I love the nostalgic tone of your poem. These memories of childhood passed in a climate of authoritarianism necessary for the time. That's how she raised you and then you raised her. Chain that had been reproduced from generation to generation until these times when the patterns reversed, for better or for worse. I observe the repetition of the expression: "She did not play" and I feel that it reveals a line of thought. Is he playing badly? Play irresponsible? Are you playing immature? Is playing a privilege? The truth is that she "did not play" and established a pattern in the psyche of the voice, when she was a child and asked ... Did not the voice, as a mother, play?
Good job, I congratulate your creative art, @pyemoney.