9.

Mother
told me: grow up, child!
and passed me a sugar coated apple.
In too big rain-shoes
still running through the puddles.
Behave like a lady.
I really am trying.
sometimes.
She's absolutely right
I think.
And choose to forget.
Free fall
and than turn left.
Right under your watch.
Deep. Still bouncing off.
My mother told me to grow up.
It must be a trap.