I sit and look out upon the life of a single parent
I hear the single mother's selfless cries of loneliness for her child in the still darkness of the night
I see the mother awaking her child with a playful game of peek-a-boo with a smile as warm and bright as the afternoon sun at its apex of the day
I mark the loving kindness she expresses toward her son even with the all the trials and tribulations this world puts upon her
I observe the mother getting herself ready for work with the misgivings of the coming day (where are my socks, did I already put salt in the eggs, where did I put my keys)
I observe the quiet darkness of the child's bedroom with the mother sitting on the bed with a Bible in hand telling her child of all the wonderful things of God's love then kissing him good night
All these things are things a mother has to do to help her child grow
See, hear, and be not afraid you can succeed with God's help
Poem About Being A Single Parent
No, he will get the father he deserves, not the one he has. He deserves a real man, an honorable man, a man with integrity and sound character, not the one who merely donated sperm. Do not...
Single Mom
Published by Family Friend Poems November 2006 with permission of the Author.
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No, he will get the father he deserves, not the one he has. He deserves a real man, an honorable man, a man with integrity and sound character, not the one who merely donated sperm. Do not let yourself feel guilty or ashamed for having your son and loving him. It is not you who is stupid, not even close. Hold you head up high and be proud of who you are and who your son will be. You got this! I raised both my kids on my own, pregnant at 16 with my first and 20 with my second. It wasn't always easy, but it was always worth it.