Baby

by Bobbie   Jan 26, 2004


My sisters get mad
Because I'm treated this way.
Tammy is the oldest
And Aimee is in between,
So that makes me the baby.
Momma treats me different.
I get by with a lot of things,
While my sisters didn't.
Tammy calls me a dare devil
Because I get away with everything
It doesn't seem to scare me.
Being the youngest isn't exactly
the funnest thing in the world.
momma sure knows how men are
but she always lets me
get by with more and more.
It seemed that i was her baby,
even though she had many,
as in three.
Momma was who i called
When dad took me to get my permit,
I passed!
Momma was who i went to when
I got my first broken heart,
Even though I left,
Just to get away from it all.
Momma got me my first car...
I call her,
My baby blue smurf mobile!
I guess we're a real pair
Though sometimes she thinks
I don't care.
I may not be very convincing,
But I do feel lucky
To have her as my mom.
One day she'll leave me behind.
I'll try not to mind
even though that will be the most miserable day of all.
I hope we made happy
And hope she felt like she fulfilled her days with blissfulness and joy.
I wish I could have done more for her
Because I'll probably regret it,
But I'll get over it
and just be glad I'm her baby.

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