Been a rubbish friend lately? Me too. Pick up the phone. Or send this poem. Because life can be shit but your mates shouldn’t be, that’s just bonkers.
What’s the guts and the glory of your motherhood story?
I want to hear it. Especially the guts bit. Honest.
I recently wrote a poem about the sad demise of my bra-filling attributes.
They say if you don’t laugh you’ll cry, so in that spirit I asked for your own rhymes celebrating your post-motherhood body.
Here is a selection – and they don’t disappoint!
Come and join us, cheaper than therapy or a tummy tuck!