A Day With Self

Waiting for the day,
When I will be self away,
Without making hay,
As it may sway.

How can I be so naive?
Again the thought will lay,
Leaving my toddler,
Who has only my crave.

I am not that mum,
Who will alone have the fun.
My happiness multiplies,
When I am next to my son.

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