Just another manic mother

Look at me! Look at my babe!
We’re wonderful, we’re fine!
I’m chilled and coping and loving it –
I’m relishing every moment.

She’s a gem by day, an angel by night –
she’s perfect in every way.
She never cries, not really – (except when hungry,
tired, cold, hot, scared, bored, windy, stuck, hurt).

I never feel angry, I never get bored;
she brought purpose to my life.
Our happy family just smiles and laughs –
days out are utterly perfect.

You might look at us disbelievingly,
but what you see is the absolute truth:
a faultless family, the perfect posse –
I’m coping, I’m winning, I’m great.

By Annie Ridout

(For more poetry, follow me on Instagram: @annieridoutpoetry)

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