Jordan is a mother
To a small and skinny lad
He's playing by the pond
In his little shirt in mango plaid
Her eyes are on this little one
She's keeping him in sight
She has however moved on
To the street to get a light
Little Ethan has a flower
And he's bringing it yo mum
No, not that way, boy
Says his dad, and grabs his nappied bum
Your mama's got a smoke now
You know to stay away
Relieved she looks at both of them
And waves the smoke away
It was a jaunt they like to take
Together as a family
The father plans his hours with them
Ahead of time and carefully
Jordan looks at this special man
Feels her heart, it skips a beat
She's going to have to invite him back
To have something to eat
Her eyes dilate, she pushes the
Butt into its ashtray
Got to give this slick crap up.
If I want him to stay.
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