Once upon a time, you see
Lived two little madelahs (girls), the Mrs. and me.
Little and Big would play all the day
The time would pass, just whittle away.
They’d laugh and they’d giggle, they’d and sing and they’d dance
Fight? Not them! There isn’t a chance.
The Mrs. and me would smile with pride
as Little and Big played side by side.
Time would pass, as time will do
And every day befell a hullaballoo.
Breathing deeply, calmly, our patience tried
How did Little and Big turn into Jekyll and Hyde?
They’d start off smiling, so sweet and so kind.
From there, their behaviors only declined.
Their voices would raise, they shrieked and they whined.
The Mrs. and me had no peace of mind.
Such tsuris (trouble) would arise; out went all delight.
These shvesters (sisters) would bicker, squabble and fight.
One would be crying, the other would scream.
What happened to our dear little family dream?
The Mrs. would lose it, and me, sure to follow
It was fisticuffs, just like Rocky vs. Apollo.
What transpired, so unpleasant, unfriendly and loud
Our own Manor version of a ‘mushroom cloud.’
So we breathed and exhaled, and tried hard not to yell.
But this bickering, snickering was feeling like hell!
Another approach was required post-haste
Or our neighbors would see that we’d soon be displaced.
We tried essential oils shmeared (spread) ‘cross their toes
In hopes the sniffer approach would reach up to their nose.
We begged Little and Big to cease and desist
We cried, we waxed on, we all hugged and we kissed.
Shvesters (sisters) look after each other; the drama must end!
No more combat or brawling, you should be best friends.
Your two mommas want you to have a great love and connection
Instead, might we have to hire you each some protection?
Feeling tired and raw, our parental flaws all exposed
This mishegas (craziness) somehow must get juxtaposed?
Surely our love will surpass this wild frustration
and der kinder (the kids) will reach a warm-hearted elation!
The Mrs. and me, growing tired and weary
know that life must go on, it can’t stay so dreary.
After all, most of the time they are trying their best
Surely us mommas won’t yet get depressed.
So today when I wake them for their day to begin
I’m hopeful and gleeful, I mustn’t chagrin.
For life with our girls will have tears, fill some oceans.
Buckle up, sit back, it’s a rollercoaster of emotions.
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