Noctisardor Bypass what stupid poem could fix this home?

His chest swelled at his mother’s acknowledgement; his family were his pride and joy and they deserved all the love and care he could give them. He giggled as she ruffled his head, but her next words had him confused, his ears folding as he eyed her with confused sadness.

“You not my Mama no more?” He did not like that; he wanted very much for her to be his mother. It felt world ending to call her anything but, and little tears formed as his lip started to wobble. Why she wanted him to call her Druid made him nervous, confused. Did she not want him anymore? Her playful nip had gone unnoticed as his mind worked.

He wouldn’t understand this request from her for a while, yet. Because she asked it of him now, he relented, unable to deny his mother. It came out clumsily as his emotions bubbled underneath. “Dwooid. Dwooid, not Mama.”