Mother of two,
What to do ?
Their moods, their actions,
And I had no clue.
One jumping on the bed,
The other scratching the dirty shoe.
From this side to that,
My marathon did continue.
Sleeping on the recliner,
Holding the two.
Feeding got its new tune –
‘Chew, chew, chew’.
Day or night,
Time just flew.
Hugs doubled ,
Fights happened a few.
All odds fought,
Breaking each social taboo,
Mother of two,
And that’s how I grew.
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