Between mothers, and daughters-in-law.
My friend has that with her son's wife.
She really is not his wife
But his live in girlfriend.
That is what causes strife.
My friends a "smother mother".
Has been all her son's life.
They tug, they pull that poor son
This way, then that.
Till he is all torn to pieces
Like an old worn out hat.
My friend calls me her sister
I wanted you to know.
She's leaving me her Opal
Because she loves me so.
I hope I never pull my kids apart.
I really don't intend to, I promise cross my heart.
Don't see myself as smothering
For I love them, their spouses too.
So happy when they visit
I hug them tenderly.
I promise not to smother
For they mean so much to me.
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