Breaking Patterns

I smile his smile, my eyes are hers
And with her hands I make his gestures
For all her nerves I have his madness
And for his temper all of her sadness
I scream his anger, feel her pain
And in my mind I see three little boys
Running out into the rain
I think her thoughts, feel his frustration
And match his strength with her determination
I ask her questions, feel his fears
And for his answers I cry her tears
I scream her anger, feel his pain
And then I think of those little boys
Standing outside in the rain
I am my mother in every way
I am my father, father, father, no matter what I say
But I am breaking, breaking patterns
I am breaking patterns every day
I scream their anger
I scream their anger
I feel their
I feel their pain
And looking back I see three little boys



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