My Life as the Sweetest Child

You are my sweetest child as my Mother always said,
She always told me this each night as I laid down for bed.
The other Children in the next room
Made me feel guilty and full of gloom,
I loved them the same without any shame.
I was their protector morning noon and night,
Even when they had their petty little fights.
I love my Mother, as she would give me little pats,
But she always told me I would be so pretty if I were not so fat.
I am all grown up now and Mother is not around
To tell me my face was too round.
I love her with no doubt, but now there is no reason for me to pout.