“Are you staying in or staying out?”
My mother said to me.
But why? This was my way of life,
The only way to be.
Sometimes I just got bored, and so
I’d venture out or in;
But the way my mother’s voice rose up,
You’d think it was a sin.
So, now while sitting on the porch,
I purposely count down
To find how many minutes
Won’t make my mother frown.
‘Cause when I go back through the door
I haven’t any doubt,
She’ll ask if I am staying in
Or if I’m staying out.
My mother said to me.
But why? This was my way of life,
The only way to be.
Sometimes I just got bored, and so
I’d venture out or in;
But the way my mother’s voice rose up,
You’d think it was a sin.
So, now while sitting on the porch,
I purposely count down
To find how many minutes
Won’t make my mother frown.
‘Cause when I go back through the door
I haven’t any doubt,
She’ll ask if I am staying in
Or if I’m staying out.
© 2025 Teresa Miles Kephart
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