For the love of a mum @childrensociety

There was a young girl,
We'll call her Kat.
She had a small child,
They lived in a flat.
She wanted to stand,
On her own two young feet.
But everyone assumed,
She was a benefit cheat.

This mother called Kat,
Knew what people said.
She tried not to care,
But she cried in her bed.
If they'd cared to look,
They'd have seen sacrifice
Kat went without food
To help her child thrive.

One day it came time,
For her child to start school.
Kat saved for the uniform,
So kids wouldn't be cruel.
On the first day,
They walked in together.
She prayed that her child,
Would be ambitious and clever.

Kat didn't want,
Her child to grow.
Without any prospects,
With nothing to show.
What she doesn't realise,
Which I want her to know.
Is that she's ALL that her child needs,
Because she loves that child so.

Xxxxx

Inspired by the very real situation faced by many young mums.  Please don't judge anyone without knowing the full story, some of the best mums I know have nothing to offer except love, and that's more than enough.  For more information about child poverty in the UK and how you can help please visit the children's society.

Written loosely in the style of:
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe.
She had so many children, she didn't know what to do;
She gave them some broth without any bread;
Then whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.

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