How should I be a mother

A Merlot bottle in one hand—
A baby in another
With wine I seek to comprehend:
How should I be a mother?

I didn’t study for this job
Have no qualification
And yet one day this fatty blob
Squirmed out in elation

A smoke to calm the poor child
Seems like a good idea
A puzzle game left it beguiled—
I bought it from IKEA

What make-up do all babies use?
Do they like leek or radish?
I’d ask my toddler what it’d choose
But I fear it speaks Spanish

And when they grow up—oh my god!
They end up like their parent
I guess that since I am so odd
My failure is inherent

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IS

Oh tell me, mama, ’bout the world that’s around us
Oh tell me, mama, ’bout the wonders unseen

Is there ponies and bunnies and lions and tigers?
Is there flowers and pine trees and apples and berries?
Is there rivers and oceans with fish swarming in them?
Is there stars in the sky and a sun shining brightly?

Yes there is, child, yes there is.

Oh tell me, mama, ’bout the world that’s around us
Oh tell me, mama, ’bout the tales untold

Is there children like me and mothers like you are?
Is there friends to be found and relationships formed?
Is there love to be sought, is there love to be given?
Is there people who care and who aid those in need?

Yes there is, child, yes there is.

Oh tell me, mama, ’bout the world that’s around us
Oh tell me, mama, ’bout the cry of our people

Is there sadness and pain and grief and depression?
Is there hunger and greed, mistrust and deception?
Is there violence, cruelty, wars and oppression?
Is there death and disease and abuse and rejection?

Yes there is, child, yes there is.

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