She loves me because
I must learn the times tables
I was born with plans
She loves me because
Wooden planks teach good lessons
To ringing red hands
She loves me because
She would like me beautiful
As mother made her
She loves me because
She molded my newborn nose
So I’ll be better
She loves me because
Sweet treats will make you chubby
I’m told every night
She loves me because
She listens to me screaming
That this isn’t right
She loves me because
This is how you show your love
To one of your own
She loves me because
She’s telling what she’s been told
Stories she was sown
by Atta Wongsuchat