Terrible 2's they say,
Frustration frenzied with things I cannot understand,
Yet it's still you,
Reaching for my little hand,
Stuck between when to let me have my fit,
And giving me the look of when it's time to quit,
Through exhausted eyes you never let me down,
I'm too young to know what a love so sound,
You won't know this for sure till much later,
But you're doing a great job mom.
