Our every thought is drizzled
with tots and children and kids
With a cherry on top of guilt
Wondering how we did

Every move
Always momentous
Should we do this, or this, or this

Smiling to peers
Always friendly
Will accept you with warm regard
We're judged mostly as "mom"

A house as fragrant as pumpkin pie
With pictures on the wall
Something to dust
When we remember to forget who we are