Jen Juice

The eternal mother in me
Talking my mother off her daily ledge
Creating a stereotype of the moments
In somewhat chronological order

Fast-paced and near
Just run past that fear
Oh dear, mother may I
Deter from the little birth of mayhem in your head
Salvage a bottom-line and a daughter
You may never have had
Just a mother in me
Founded, yet, once again…

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