I Don’t Need You Anymore, Mom

Trying to get the parents to stop worrying about their own young here, a poem, translated…

I Don’t Need You Anymore, Mom

The Speed to Which I’m Currently Traveling is 291 Kilometers

Right Inside the Washer

That Story inside My Pockets

Sped with Me

Gotten Wet, then Ruined

Mom, No Worries

I Shall Dry My Self up in the Sun

Becoming a Piece of Paper

That Swayed, Wandered, in the, Wind

So this, is a child’s attempts, to stop the parent from worrying about her or him, and the child may be going through some trials, but, to help her/his own parents feel more at ease, s/he’d told the parent, that s/he is still, fine.  That, is what a lot of us, children would do, because we don’t want to cause anymore troubles for our own parents, they got enough on their plates already!