Never too late

We meet sometimes

Kids in tow

At the corner cafe

Or a park we know

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It’s always loud

Someone’s having a day

And inevitably we’ll leave

With much more to say

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We text sometimes

Or start a chat

About how tired we are

For this or that

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But soon it ends

Messages remain read

Responses left

Phone batteries dead

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We think sometimes

“I need to get out”

“I wonder how’s she’s doing”

“I’ll give her a shout”

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But then we’re called

That name we’ve caught

“Mama, mum”

So we end that thought

⠀

Because this is life

As mothers and friends

These are the days where

Your availability depends

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On nap times, appointments

Schedules, and travel

Emotions and overstimulation

As exhaustion Unravels

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Friendships can be easier

To make right now

But nurturing them isn’t always

As time rarely allows

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For that long awaited catch up

Or carefully written email

For the stories that are laced

With every little detail

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And so you keep waiting

Until that “next time”

Friendships like diamonds

Waiting to shine

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But with that you know

It’s well worth the wait

Because for these sorts of friends

It’s never “too late”.