My mother

My mom is always kind
She is always there for me
She reminds me to unwind
Though we don't always agree

When its time for sleep
She knocks lightly on the door
"its time for counting sheep"
"Oh what a bore"

I snuck onto the computer tonight
And slowly turned on the light
It gave me a quite fright
but then I began to right

Its not how I exactly wanted
But it will have to do
My faces slightly daunted
For me poetry is kind of a debut