Single Parenthood

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I took the little broken truck

And glued its wheels in place.

I put it back into his hand

And kissed his tear-streaked face.

"Mommy fixed it this time

But you must take more care."

He chuckled, whirled, ran off to play,

And left me standing there.

I fed him well this morning.

At noon we both played ball.

I hug and kiss him daily,

But I can't do it all.

My world is filled with grown up things,

That he can't understand.

Will having just one parent,

Make him any less a man?

My job, our home, the pressures--

I do the best I can,

Then ask the Lord to help me,

And leave it in his hands.

Author's Notes/Comments:

I wrote this poem about a single mother in my church who did a wonderful job with her children as well as earning a RN degree while she worked. Annette Ryder was her name and I wrote it from listening to her prayer requests and watching her life.