Our Mould

There’s only one of me

And I can feel not enough

My posture ruined, my arms too short

As I try to share my love.

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One needs another milk

The other wants a kiss

And then there’s still the rest of it

On my never-ending list.

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I ask one to “wait please”

So I can tend to the other

But they have no understanding of time

Or what it takes to be a mother.

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So I do what I can

With the hands I do not have

Their tears belting, my stress heightening

All of me they try to grab.

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My heart is torn in two

Upset by having to choose

Between the loves of my life momentarily

One should not have to lose.

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The waves crash down on me

With a guilt I’ve come to know

And it’s multiplied by the chorus

Of “Mama” being echoed.

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But this is mothering

When you have more than one

This is being shared completely

Before the day’s even begun.

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And when these moments pass

As they do eventually

The dried tears, dissolved stress, prove

The torn was temporary.

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Cos when I’m not spread thin

And they both have me to hold

I realise my all is all they need

I AM enough for our mould.