13 October 2012
That vibrant and erupting sparkle in their eye,
The many times they come to you to cry.
You're their loving mother,
And to them, there is no other.
"Daddy took a trip to heaven."
"He lives in room number eleven."
You kiss them goodnight and watch them grow over the years,
Fighting through drama, hell and tears.
A single mum is hard to play,
Solving dilemmas each day.
Alone without any support,
With life stories your children need to be taught.
You could shrivel up and shut yourself out,
But that's not what being a mother is about...
Single Mum • Opuss № I