When you see her on the street, screaming infant at her feet,
Do not glare in others view for one day soon that could be you.
When you see her on the train, work suit with faint puree stain,
Don't look down dreaming of tonight's party, give her a smile and a sip of your latte.
One day a student, next day a mum,
You're still up all night it's just slightly less fun!
Mummy poet x
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