Mum guilt
Ticking off my list which has built up throughout the day mentally crossing out a jumble of tasks that only keep growing with each second.
My thoughts foggy .
Hours escaped ending in a blur.
And most of the time , im still left with a heavy disappointment .
Yet to complete some , if not all of those jumbled tasks .
Mum guilt
Copyright © Julianne Williams | Year Posted 2023
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