And they fought. We fought.
The second told me
I did not love her enough
To her I gave the first my all
She did not realise
How defeated I felt by her tears
It seems I can never be enough
The first told me
Mummy you tried your best
To her I was tired
She might have realised
As I scolded them for fighting
That I really did not have enough
That moment I wanted to walk away
The next I needed them to know I loved them
So helplessly
So inadequately.
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