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A little something for everyone this week. Here’s a short spoken-word piece
Every mother looks tired today
Or perhaps it’s the harsh light of Monday
As she sat with a baby in a sling
With the sun on her face
I could see the exhaustion
of the night before
And I also saw
Those dedicated mums meeting their friends
In cafes for lunch
Trying not to be in the way
Trying to get their two year olds to eat something
It’s not even much fun
But better than not having gone
What a mess they make
And I think maybe I’ll just get a job
And outsource all my childcare from now on
Every mother looks tired today
Motherfucking February
Soundcloud link: https://soundcloud.com/user-808707280/motherfcking-february
clairevetica 
Inference can be a such a subjective inheritance, its easy for me worry about those things I draw from your words, are you okay? Are your comments reflections of the sometimes excruciating patina of parenting? If it is, is concern required, or do we allow ourselves to simply experience the raw and realistic colour of your palette,
Hi David, thanks for checking in. I’m OK. More just seeing everyone who’s kid-wrangling looking exhausted at the end of winter, including the mum in the mirror! X
They can be exhausting little critters and winter is awful because they can’t use up all that energy as much – keep your chin up Claire 🥀🌹
Thanks Kate 🙂 hey did you get my email? I finally had a go at reading one of your poems…
Oh great – no I haven’t picked it up – will go check – bit excited you have a great voice and way of speaking poetry – have been away so just catching up with reading again 🦋🦋
I love the ebb and flowing tide of your words. You’ve nailed it!
Thankyou so much for listening. It’s still quite a new thing for me but I’m really enjoying the spoken word so far! 🙂