Choosing battles
By BetsyLu62
The ever present rock and hard place Desperately teaching them to find their way; While I'm teetering at the top of the cliff; Picking up pieces at the end of each day. When did I become the great enemy? I only signed up to be their mom. They battle my every movement As if I were out to do them wrong. I must cling to my inner hope; Which tells me they'll be okay; Then choose my battles wisely Before I jump into the fray. Written April 11th, 2002 © on Apr 11 2002 02:45 PM PST 0 • 10
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"The ever present rock and hard place..."