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Drinks to diapers (a poem)

Remember when being up at four
meant shaking your thing on the dance floor?
And the only bottles in your sight
were filled with vodka, gin and Bud Light?
You knew all the words to every hit song.
Now it’s mostly kiddie sing-a-longs.
Dining out came with no fear
of calming children full of tears.
You could savor the delicious fare.
Now you’re scraping it off the high chair.
And while your life may be a frazzled mess
of sleepless nights and endless stress.
It’s worth it for their smiles and moments of calm,
Until they grow up and say, “Go away, mom!”