I was thinking about Kc and the day she had all week and suddenly. I had a weekend similar to her work week. So I felt the need to write, I felt a need to speak through my thoughts and writing. I top my hat off to the parents on this site who get up everyday and provide for their family. Parents who are doing this all alone. Work at home mother who job is her family. You are Somebody Special. Here is my poem.
I sing in the bathroom to hear the echo
I exhale in order to toss the negativity into the garbage disposal
I dance, I dance until I burn a whole in the floor
I dance until my shoes speak scriptures
I scream in a pillow when days are frustrating
Drink my orange juice while looking at the birds in the trees chirp
Talk to God wherever I am and know he is right here with me
Take a picture of my son before he gets on the bus, and place him
In the arms of God’s angels when he is not in my sight .
I write until my hand hurts and all the pain is put into ink and written on this paper.
I become silent and listen to everything surrounding me .
I am a mother, God blessed me to carry these blessing for nine months
Working mother providing love even if I am away
Spouse above all I am a soul mate and there for companionship of love, life
And promise. These things sealed in my heart, carried in my womb, and banded on
My ring. I am woman and Iam here, loud and proud.