So, I want to make them happy
with me
with themselves
But I think I'm a bit **** at it
Like a mother picking up scattered
toys, there's always another piece of
lego to step on, always another
stubborn stain, and whilst
clearing you have to
activate your brain
because any
moment
they
might
trip and hurt
themselves again.
And if they do, you know, irrationally, that
in yourself you'll find the blame.
You're really trying not to show the strain,
because it won't help,
it won't heal, instead
rub your very bruised heel and
steel yourself for the next storm, recall
the times you've thought I can't go
on
and remember that you did.
Don't kid yourself, the
kids are alright
and you are too, allow
yourself to be one too.
Youth, after all,
is in the mind.
Try, for yourself,
for them,
Be kind.
