Smiling for all to see

You don’t look old enough to have three and one in your belly
As you stand swinging 
In love with your three
The sadness and pregnant tiredness screams out to me
Your totally committed 
In love with your beautiful brood
But sadness lingers close by
Crying from the inside

Be it a broken relationship 
Broken job
Broken mum or dad
Or just a broken self
Through neglect 
It’s called being a mum
Rising before the sun
To fill the small tum’s
Who wake up bright
And say hello mum
Feed me now

Children are work
Fabulous work
But work none the less
From birth to death 
Hopefully our death, not theirs
No parent should have to bury their young
But they do
My gran did
The sadness in her eyes I will not soon forget
But I’m getting lost from you
Strong mummy infront of me
Raising your beautiful young
Smiling for all to see