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Working Mum Haiku

Fluff shirks in corners.
Not one hundred per cent mum
Drains the coffee cup.

Baby grips a finger,
I pull away – rejection.
Damp morning beckons.


Short skirt, too-high heels,
Office life reality,
Daft little grey suit.

Bee buzzes away,
Memories of a garden,
Lost daisy chain days.

Dressed Tesco dinner,
Baby asleep since seven.
I sulk in silence.