If three’s the charm, then let this morning’s fit
effect relief and constitute the end
of ranting bad behavior absent wit
or wisdom. Let me leave my son to tend
to his responsibilities without
my intervention, fury or abuse.
Let me firmly parent but not shout.
Let me give him lessons of sure use.

And if I can improve maternal skill,
then let me cherish me as well as them.
Let me polish truth and patience till
I buff my edges off and own a gem.
Just let me settle down so I can see
that what my rage manipulates is me.