With the lips all dry
and my hands all dry
i write and write and write whole day
i dont know why
sometimes it is hard to leave
the house
sometimes it is hard to get dressed
sometimes it is hard not to bleed and rest
the time passes me by
hugs to all loved ones
thoughts set aside
dreams are yet to be realised
a proud mom you are
how fun it is to read poetry
if you had all day you would get bored though
then discover new poets who
had also kids and they
they died too in the end
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