.No baby carriers, bag-full hands;
No eyes roaming, yelling commands;
Just two ecstatic ladies out on a date,
Enjoying a delicious meeting of fate;
Two kindred spirits, lovers of fashion,
Yearning to break forth with passion
This time to the sound of pitter patter,
Rain drip dropping on my nylon covered hair,
Zooming through slick, empty streets with zesty flair,
No rain is going to dampen this mama’s spirits, I declare.
Home at last, another mom date sits a- ‘waiting,
With her two adorables, chit chatting,
I see that precious little human my heart is missing,
Even though independence I just was relishing.