my vacation is a fake
like a plastic snake
it sneaks up on ya
and slithers away
first laundry
then floors
revolving doors
food shop and don't stop
it's an ongoing tour
the toddler's roar
mom please one more
okay last one
the day is done
and then the next
no time to read
running full speed
a moment to rest
then the next
day is done
mom on the run
make each day fun
for her little son
and so we shine
at the park
we giggle outside
till it gets dark
and the days retreat
like a melting sweet
together we laugh
together we live
the days are a blast
they go so fast
each memory
archived
to last and last
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