Do you still write?
Just a mom, just a mom.
Writing I love you, I love you, I love you.
You used to be a rising star.
Are you still politicking near and far?
Just a mom, just a mom.
Shaping the future in my arms.
You used to be so fun.
Do you still daydream under the sun?
Just a mom, just a mom.
Marveling with glee at my three.
Am I gone?
Undone by this new dawn?
Mama: You’re still here.
Still a writer.
Still a star.
Still fun.
Just a mom, too.
--Melissa M., Adult