Don’t blink.
Clichéd lip sync.
The pitter-patter of little feet.
Buckle them into their car seats.
Time flies.
Hackneyed reprise.
They grow up too fast.
Romanticize the past.
Clichéd lip sync.
Buckle them into their car seats.
Let them be little.
Trite transmittal.
Time please slow down.
Stave off nervous breakdowns.
Clichéd lip sync.
Buckle them into their car seats.
Where has the time gone?
Banal yawns.
Can’t they stay little forever?
Attempt to keep it together.
Mama needs a drink.
Clichéd lip sync
because society pretends motherhood is always sweet.
Buckle them into their car seats.
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