In our house there is a switch
it determines what we do and how we do it.
It decides if we live in peace or in discontent,
It helps us know if we are living with a life in order or disarray.
It is not a switch we want to play with,
and we always want it to be on.
To know that I am the one that switched it off,
well there is nothing worse.
This switch is that switch that goes to my mother's mood,
and for her sake more than mine,
I hope that it will stay on.