One young woman and her mother,
Exchanging bitter words and cross looks.
These two were very different,
Yet very much alike.
Each exasperated by the other,
One stalked off leaving to escape a brewing conflict,
And avoid stares.
Normally an exchange such as this wouldnt happen here,
In the public eye of the mall.
Her mother sighed and rolled her eyes,
Not understanding her dark heart daughter.
She couldnt stand the preppy stores,
That sold the clothes that she abhorred.
She should just ignore them,
Her mother thought crossly,
Its not as if they hurt her.
She doesnt understand me!
Complained that daughter to a new found freind,
She doesnt see that I have no desire to be
Where all those preppy people love to be.
Her new freind nodded in assent,
Thinking the two should talk it out.
But instead they went into another store,
Which fitted those two far better.
Finding something but buying nothing,
Just wasting time,
Her mother was her ride home,
Best not displease her any more,
Joked the daughter to her freind,
Or she'll leave me to walk home.
Her freind grinned and responded,
Na, youd just come home with me,
We'd share some rum and joke around.
And let your mom suffer some.
Grinning mischeivously, he darted away,
Just as she aimed a slap to his head.
Youre not getting me drunk!
Exclaimed the now exuberant girl,
But maybe we can catch a movie,
So I can get away from her,
She jabbed her thumb in her mother's direction,
As she appeared from within a store.
The two laughed and approached her mom,
All quarels forgotten,
The told her of the movie,
Asking her along,
Her mother graciously disclined,
Glad that her daughter was no longer mad,
And smiling at the fun the younger two will have.
 
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