Hen-pecked. Duck-pecked. Mother-pecked.
Poetry-specked.
Softness-wrecked.
And even if mother isn't wrong, it doesn't make her right, does it? The true horror of our times. The knowledge you can be wrong, while, not. One's best is not always enough.
David she called the duckling, but she should've called it by her own name, for isn't she in the same spot, acting the same way?