A poem for a mummy i knew

A mummy I knew had a cute little girl,

Always acting good, not rocking her world.

A mummy I knew was busy as hell

Her little girl in front of the TV did dwell.

A mummy I knew always checked her phone

Day or night, under her pillow it droned.

A mummy I knew stressed all around.

Her heart a deep freeze, her forehead a frown.

A mummy I knew woke up to what she’d lost.

Her little girl was growing up fast.

One last chance to melt the frost?

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