enough

I rush you around:
Taekwondo and gymnastics and art and abacus and dance and piano and swimming and sports

I worry

There isn’t time for tennis and soccer and in-line skating and Mandarin and writing and speech and drama

And I fear 
I can't do enough for you 
I want to be there for you every afternoon
I want to bathe you and cook for you and feed you
I want to mould you and shape you and support you 
I want… and I want… and I want…

Then I read your school essay.

You describe an afternoon picnic with me,
that you liked it because you got to spend time with me

And I realise –

You only want me.