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.
I can SO relate. This is a beautiful tribute.
Hats off to Annette! Been there, done that. It isn't easy and I admire any person who has to be both parents. Your "tribute" poems are so special.
Kris