Tug-of-War

The tribulations of being a mom with two ever fighting siblings.

She stands in the doorway 

Surveying the devastation.

The mournful wailing 

Departing from the tiny body.

Books scattered, 

Papery bodies left crumpled and torn.

An abandoned doll 

Staring longingly at the overturned pram.

A lonely bear 

Half hidden by a beat-up blue blanket.

She closes her eyes,

Distraught by the destruction.

The anger.

The hate.

The carpeted battlefield, 

So warm and inviting,

Mocking her motherhood,

Ripping through her resolve.

She has lost this battle to incertitude.

But soon another campaign will ensue

And with it another chance to take back her land.