I am not mine


The cry of my baby,

I rush to pamper him,

I rush to feed him,

I rush to sing him a lullaby.

I am not mine.


My home is unkept,

My home is in a mess,

My home is untidy,

But my baby boy is in need of me,

I am not mine.


It’s almost time until my husband wakes up and leave for work,

I have to make him breakfast,

I am not done ironing his cloth,

But my crying baby,

My messy home,

I am not mine.


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