So, Today.

14th July, 2017

I’m a tired mother
I’m an exhausted mother
I’m a mother spent.

The bare minimal is my mantra
Just what is most required
Or maybe even lesser

I’ll put them to sleep
Feed the easy thing
Not so fresh, not so healthy

I’m an overwhelmed mother
I’m a drained mother
I’m a mother in tears.

I’ll pray that no one cries
The twins and the dog coexist
And harmony sounds sweet

I’ll just take out big toys
Ones with no small parts
And restricted spaces would rule

I’m a loving mother
A mother who sings
I’m also a mother with zero backup



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