2nd Poem in my portfolio..

Mothers

18/11/2000-19/11/2000

I'm going to be sixteen,
but to my mum, I'm not even a teen;
She treats me like a baby,
of just about the age of three;
I know a lot of it is concern,
but, she's getting a bit too persistent!

To a friend's house 300 metres away I'd like to walk,
but my mum's reaction is to turn cobalt;
She'd rather drive me there,
than to let me walk anywhere;
I know she's afraid I'd meet a kidnapper,
but it's wrong to cut off my flying feather.

Ever since I was born I've enjoyed camping,
but my mum finds that extremely worrying;
She worries about this, and she worries about that,
she'd like to come with me, imagine that!
Camping in the jungle, I find that safest,
my mum would never follow because of the leeches.

There are many other things that I can write about,
but it's time for dinner and my dad's shouting out loud;
Treat me like an adult, I wish my mother can,
but I know in my heart, this treatment'll never end;
Thank you for reading this, you are so kind,
I have but one question, are all mothers like mine?