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,

No harrasment,

No fear,

No job,

Not much.

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.

The End

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