Same Morther

I walk through fire with one through storms with the other

One's building rockets while I'm still carrying the other

One needs my voice to guide the way the other's racing toward the break of day

Two tiny hands both reaching for me one grips tight the other flies free

I live between the silence and the sound between meltdowns and the next playground

Holding one up chasing the other two different worlds still the same mother

One needs me for every step every breath the other's sprinting ahead no fear of what's next

One fights battles no one else can see the other's soaring but still needs me

I walk between the pull and the push two different worlds but one heart to give

One's words come slow or sometimes not at all