MOTHER'S COUNSEL

Mother speaks a language
That all her children be loving.
Her wording by every utterance
Is staunch in every stance,
Coated in perfect warmth
For her children - especially
The Flints - to live in serene.
Sensors plays a tune
For the wise to dance along - true
Listening to the elderly is well :
Most especially the (dying) mothers ;
For their warning is a stem,
For climbing unto life.
Forfeiting them is a bile
That poisons your tree.
The wise heed to warning
The foolish is to his whims.
He that's wise let 'm listen to counsel.