The first child surely finds a way
to change the way we live our days
mostly for good
though if I could
some things would never go away
In the life of the working mom
nothing quite supplants the f-bomb
it’s used to profess
our level of stress
so we can go home cool and calm
now I mourn the four-letter word
and the fist, and the honk, and the bird
I never knew
I would bid them adieu
‘til the day something shameful occurred
on the day our baby could walk
it turned out he also could talk!
a parrot on cue
he chirped one F – U
and left mommy and daddy in shock
my message to parents out there
someday you will learn not to swear
even habits this deep
you’ll replace with a beep
the day you have your little scare
-- Victoria
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