Here they come
Little and large
One on four wheels
Large pushing its charge
Little is quiet
So very aware
Large is noisy
And doesn't care
Little cries out
As babies do
Not heard by mum
Far too busy to
Friends are important
Must keep in touch
Idle gossip
Not baby to clutch
Tots are so cute
Bright and alert
Unlike some mums
Dim and inert
This duo pass by
Day after day
Baby ignored
Mum's nothing to say
One hand on buggy
The other on phone
Mummy has friends
While child feels alone
Bond interactions
For good mental state
Development and progress
Abandoned to fate
How much love
Can a mother give?
What kind of life
Will little boy live?
Instincts maternal
Attendant and warm
Or an instinct empty
And all hope forlorn
Here they come
The crying unheard
By the only one there
yet she is absurd
I shout out Hey!
Look you there!
There's something precious
Lay in that pushchair
He's lonely and cold
I hear myself plead
Tired and upset
But she takes no heed
To comfort and coddle
To show him great deeds
Yet he's seen but a ticket
To foster mum's needs
To teach and to guide
Motivate inspire
The show of your love
Aim sights that are higher
It's far too easy
To lie there and receive
Too hard to nurture
The fruits of those seeds
So wake up I implore
You mother so vile
Rise to this challenge
Switch off that mobile
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Interesting psychological image … «You mother so vile Rise to this challenge Switch off that mobile » Fair appeal … nice