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