Mother Knows Not

So many things my mother said were wrong.
I had suspicions early, but I tried
obedience at first. It wasn’t long
before I grew to be dissatisfied.
I ran my own experiments – a throng
of variance successfully applied.
Each step led to another, till my way
diverged in full from all she had to say.

(Ottava Rima)

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