Please appreciate my poem

I had posted this piece of creative writing few days back, but posting again to get some comments about the 10 minute "poem" done by me....

A MIL and DIL tale

My mom in law and I were put in the same court all within a week with her son as the football and the referees being my FIL, and his other children...
Mummy....I love you for expecting your son's paycheck fully after taking money for his basic expenses.
I love you for expecting to get my paycheck too after I joined the crew and the way you managed until our daughter was born.
I love the way you fought with your tongue, when the regular,fat,paychecks stopped and got diverted to a loan taken for a small apartment.
I love you for not acknowledging the way we regularly paid for the housekeeping and other expenses, and the way you constantly whined to your other children that we dont do anything for you.
I love the way you asked to return two golden bangles to the Jewellery in Dubai and said you wanted the other set which was more expensive.
I love the way you managed not to make calls for months together when your daughter in law was on bedrest carrying your son's life in her womb.
I loved the way you made my mother cry and my father aghast.
I love the way you manage to make your husband a slave.
I love the way you make your middle aged children contort inside when they think of you from a distance and the way they sheepishly smile and put all their wishes away to make a happier and peaceful household.
I love the way you lock up the kitchen in the night and keep the key away blaming the cats who could get into it. I got to learn from you that cats who could use the kitchen key exist.
And I love the way the rats manage to ravage in the midnight anyway and how your daughter in law grabbed a packet of Nido and warmed the cold drinking water in the mug of hot water from the geyser to feed her two year old girl because she was too scared to wake her up to open the kitchen
I love the way you blackmail your sons saying they have changed after marrying...
I love the son "forgetting" to call every week once because he was too "busy", but am surprised when I get calls from the same son everyday wherever he is..
I love the way your son chirps with his sleepy father in law into the midnight talking fearlessly about his plans, his aspirations...
I love the way you asked for a car when we were saving up few month's salary to pay for our baby's birth.
And I love the way I was pleading with the doctor to make the delivery "normal" as we did not have the money for a caesarian...how she had to pull the baby out with suction...and how my uterus got damaged.. and how I suffered from pain for the next many months.. how I ended up having a special needs child next ...
How you manage to create frictions between me and your son,when we are away from each other, making us remain on the phone for about an hour, half the time keeping quite and half the time me sobbing into the phone...
And I love the way you manage to keep the expenses sky high and your wishes royal even if the cash runs low.
I love the way you treat your neighbours. How they dont even say bye when they move away.
I love the way you made a girl cry for plucking a flower from your yard and especially love the way that girl ran from her yard to your upstairs to call your husband when you fell down on your newly laid tiles in the kitchen. You are still limping with your repaired leg and still unfriendly with that girl..
And I love the way you created a scene and I managed to keep quite inspite of your repeated efforts to get me flustered. Your son did and understood- who is who.
I loved the way I left your home taking busfare alone..
And I loved it when your son discovered that I had disappeared..
And I loved it when my husband said I can let go of his parents after 15 years of effort. And I love the way you feel lost now after you lost your son, daughter in law and those two loving kids all for the sake of wrongly accusing your daughter in law of stealing your 6 sarees, a 11 year old watch, thread, needle and scissors..
I loved the list of things you lost but I loved it more because the same daughterinlaw had given you 200,000 QR she made from a land deal not long ago.
I love it that you have started to think, after I flew away and the rest of the brood followed me happily, not out of force.
I love the way you have given me the integrity I never had, the courage to defend my character.
Mummy, I love you.