Perhaps I should tell about one such memorable predicament,
One of my earliest recollections,
Definitely not one of the more pleasurable ones,
But nonetheless very unforgettable.
I must have been about three years old,
And all dressed up and ready to go to school with the big kids,
Only I can never remember why it was I didn’t want to go that day,
As it was a day, just a day like any other.
Well, it was time to go, and I refused,
Wildly, as a three year old might do to show retort,
And the retaliation I recieved in return was one that I was not prepared for at all,
Considering I had only known her for a short time, and up until that time,
She seemed like a loving mother.
Well, I was whisked off without notice to the bathroom,
Feet dangling off the floor and head bumping around in the sink,
Could not imagine what would come next but somehow I knew,
It was beyond anything my three year old mind could imagine.
It was then I felt something being shoved in my mouth,
The taste made me gag in violent revulsion,
The overwhelming nausea and useless heaving of my insides,
It was a rude awakening to another meaning behind the words ‘motherly love’.
I think I was sick an entire day, but I cannot remember,
I did not utilize it as a mode of discipline for my own children,
Even though it turned out to be effective for her,
I don’t agree, and refuse to buy bar soap to this day.
Funny what you remember, huh. Bless her soul. 🙂