oh my second son,
i feel as though i should put something down.
something for posterity.
so that the "we" lives on after the "i" is gone.
i informed you, in secret,
(i hope you have not told)
that i do not enjoy being a mother.
this is not entirely true.
it's just that, sometimes,
your sighs are so suggestive.
and your smile so long suffering.
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