Momma

Don’t you know you don’t need to do those puzzles, momma
Don’t you know I know how much you love me
Even though I make you tell me every time I smile.
It’s funny that you’re insecure,
It’s funny that you pretend to frown, like me.
Sometimes I hate that
You’re such a puzzle, and so am I.
Sometimes I hate when your hands get dry,
So I carry lotion in my purse.
But it’s funny when you get frazzled,
Because people that love each other can find their funniness
When they think about it.
Those puzzles, they kill me.
It’s funny that you know you’re smart-
It’s funny that you tell yourself every day;
But you don’t have to do them mommy.
I know you love them,
You’re allowed to do them,
But you don’t have to.