A renewed respect to those teenage mums.
She seems perfectly okay,
Her body jiggling,
Her face stripped of material profanity,
A bundle in a pram,
Probably no stability,
And yet she blusters on through,
Dear, I admire you.
Her friend is much the same,
Scrimping and saving her pennies away,
You want a carrier, I hear you say?
All you can talk about are your two little joys,
Like a rainbow has shined through the greyest patches of your lives,
Like tomorrow doesn't matter
And all you want to be
Is a Mummy who is there
For her cherished young baby.