“There is no right writing,
There is only better writing.”
I wiped her tears as I spoke,
deep from my own brokenness.
There is only better writing.
I yearn, like she does, for perfection
deep from my own brokenness.
And she doesn't always listen.
She yearns, like I do, for perfection.
“Can I help you with your work?”
She doesn't always listen,
she doesn't know how much I understand
“I can help you with your work,”
I wiped her tears as I spoke.
She doesn't know how much I understand—
There is no right writing.