(I wrote this poem for mother in law and daughter in law relationship problems.)
Why is our mil/dil relationship so hard to mend?
Is it because no one want to take the first step to bend.
Why is it that we always seem to verbally fight?
Is it because you say I think you do nothing right.
Why do it seem that we are not able to get along?
Is it because of the ways I did you wrong.
Why is it so hard for us to be friends?