I'm too ******* her
and I don't know why.
She makes me crazy
because she won't comply.

Small face and innocent eyes.
Guilty smile and terrible lies.

I want to be a better mother,
but I'm not sure how.

I wonder what her next family would do.
Would they yell at her too?

Someday this will all be a memory.
And another woman will be mommy.

Will she remember what
I tried to teach her?

Or will she remember
that my words didn't reach her?

Regret. Sorrow. Tears. And pain.
She's too young to understand.
My words are wasted
and maybe also my time.
...caring for a child that will never be mine.