shes no different then anyother single mother
she strives for a glamorous life
but sees another
she works all day until her feet are sore
just to hurry home and work somemore
laundry needs to be done, but shes dead on her feet
table cluttered with bills , that she knows she can't meet
just when shes at the end of her rope
the thought of her children
give her courage and hope
she holds her child in her arms as he sleeps
after tackling sistuations that would make a strong woman weep
before she turned off the lights and laid down her head
tears filled her eyes
as she read a note trimmed in red
"i love you mommy"
is what it said
Awwww... that's cute! I
Awwww... that's cute! I enjoyed reading!!
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "