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Baby I'm Sorry
Mama is so tired,
our happiness in family,
expired.
Months and months of fixing things,
making sure,
all needs are met.
We are attached,
that is for sure....
your sickness...
no cure.
On the days I can't be perfect mom,
I'm sorry....
I'm soo soo wrong.
I'm tired baby,
it's not you.....
my job as mama is to fix.
No can do....
So when I'm screaming and yelling,
my insides....
too young...
no telling.
Just know I'm sorry,
you're too little to understand....
here...
here's mommy...
just take my hand!
poem
by
JAR Poet
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