Mama Don’t Praise

My brother gave up cigarettes at last.
He’s over 60, overweight, in need
of exercise, and feeling it. He’s past
excuse and now he wants his breathing freed.
He proudly told our mother he’d succeed.
If she knows how to nurture, she forgot,
responding “Yeah, but are you smoking pot?”

(Rhyme Royal)

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