Maybe if You Were Taller, Mother

Mother said, posture…
Watch you posture…
Stand up straight,
And you’ll be taller.
Genes determining
Height weren’t known, just,
Stand up straight,
Straight as Jabbar,
It’s up to you how tall you are.
I could have stood flagpole straight,
Or been hunched as Cratchet,
Poring over accounts,
And I’d be the exact same height,
As I am.
But her scolding shrug,
Squarely blamed me
For not being as tall,
As I might have been.
If you’d have listened,
All those years
She said,
No telling how tall you’d be.