by on March 4th, 2015
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They scream, they shout, they are covered in filth

Increasingly violent, beg, plead, whine

Walls deteriorate-this home we built

There’s never enough, always “mine! mine! mine!”

Interminable moods shift quick as gears

Never responsible, never at fault

Shackled to strife for all remaining years

Won’t return this precious gift that’s been bought

Begging, pleading for a break–just some peace

They are so much more than just girl and boy

And absence causes unbearable grief

Jocund, jovial- unspeakable joy

This life, willingly trade for none other

This life, behold, the life of a mother

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