Working mother

I know that you’re trying

To give the best you can

To be the mom they need

A support to your clan

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I see you late at night

In the early mornings too

Sometimes in the car

And even on the loo

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Utilising every second

That you can barely find

To finish what you’ve started

To quieten your mind

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Whether that be work

Or your duties as a “mom”

The load is so heavy

Your feet can feel numb

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Yet you keep running

Rushing to the next thing

Your life is in fast forward

It’s always in full swing

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Whether it’s a choice

Or something just for you

You’re supporting your family

With what you need to do

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And that feeling of defeat

Because you can’t do it all?

That’s unfair, impossible

There are too many balls

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You are just one person

With two hands and two feet

You are working miracles

Even in your sleep

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Because there’s no “off”

No time to catch your breath

You’re at capacity, always

Your tired so in-depth

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I see you Working Mama

You’re an amazing mom, okay?

Even if it means sometimes

Your work gets in the way.