I wish I could ignore the box pulled apart and broken.
I wish I could ignore the fridge door left open.
I wish to see the toilet flushed.
I wish to not hear 'Mum! He hurt me!'
I wish to not hear 'but he hurt me first!'
I wish for a moment of silence.
I wish I was strong enough to laugh instead of cry.
I wish I never had such angry thoughts.
I wish I was the mum that was always there, always cared.
I wish at times to not be here.
I wish I was a better mum, instead of the poor excuse I see in the mirror.