This poem is about me as a teen mom trying to finish school and being a mom and spending as much time as I can with my children until I am not need any more.
Chaseing chikden running to find them finshing school crying babies crying most feed them all. the thoughts a mother has as she watch the clock intell nap time and bed time is caming soon. Making bottles fixing food making drinks so much needs to be done drity clothes are washing and thn I am folding then they go away mess all go away as clean them all away. A mothers work is never done intell the clock of ages truns to 18 and them no nedd for me anymore.
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