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"For My Son with Gratitude" (by Sissy)

Before I was mommy
I was me
I had fancy clothes, blonder hair, and tighter skin
My furniture looked new
I wore high heels, danced till dawn
and ate at resturants that had no playland
What a dreadful exsistence
Now, my clothes come from Goodwill
My hair is getting gray
And are those bags under my eyes?
I put on my loafers and I still dance
with a seven year old to the strains of Barney
I eat at McDonalds and I fall asleep
with the same man, everynight, on my koolade stained couch
So long me
Sweet dreams, mommy