She carried me for nine
All those months with no sight
Fed me for one or two
With utensils I would have played
Bathed me for five or so
Water I would have splashed
Clothed me for sixteen
Clothes I wouldn’t have
Educated me for ten
At home I would have rot
Guided me for sixteen
My life I would have ruined
Scolded me for sixteen
Mistakes I still make
She lives for forty
Mistakes she still does