I am a member of a tribe, a group, a pack, a flock.
We move together, twice a day
Split shifts, there and back.
And in between we cook and clean
And keep our houses neat
And then to kill the time to three
We might go sweep the street.
Not meet,
For coffee,
Oh no. Honest.
But caffeine is our drug of choice
Our crutch throughout the day
No sleep for weeks can wreck a girl
A latte makes us sane.
My freedom flew the day you came
With those first bawling mews
But all of this
I gladly take
I gladly struggle on
Because you’re here and you are mine
My lovely maddening sons.
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