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?