Unsettled in her soul, but restrained

Can’t let it show, but the façade shows cracks

A wavering frown to smile, fighting it more

Building up the walls again, is it time?

Others come to her, she tries to ease herself,

But constant attention she cannot give.

There is only one of her, but four of them.

No, they aren’t her children!

But sometimes they act like it!

She questions herself; is she really cut out for this?

Confidence erodes after a rough two weeks.

Time to put her big girl panties back on,

And get back to work!