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‘Mamma, when I’m at school and you’re at work,

my hands will miss your hair;

when you’re at work and I’m at school,

I will miss you all day’

Your tender limbs press against me,

small hands stroking my hair.

‘Mamma, when I’m at school and you’re at work,

I will miss your eyes;

when you’re at work and I’m at school,

I will miss you all day’

Your friends take you to the window;

You wave, watching with large eyes as I drive away.