My Mother and I

The relationship of daughter and mother

Is complicated like no other

Conflicts, conflicts, left and right

The tension is forever tight

Seeing eye to eye is rare

For dispute is always there

But underlying in the flame

At least we can communicate

Yes, it may be sometimes worse

But thankfully we both have thirst

To end the conflict, compromise

To satisfy both ends of line

And though it seems to never tire

Always it there break from fire

And now I’ll take one, for I’m through

With not showing how I love you