My Briar Patch

Mom cautioned that I shouldn’t speak, unless
the subject and my tone would be okay.
I always hated rude, but I’ll confess
I didn’t gird my thoughts or words the way
she wished. She also said that I should stay
inside my room if I could not behave.
I pondered that unfairness with dismay,
until I chose the solitude I crave.

(Huitain)

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