Bad Mother
Single and unwed. Thrice. I do the best I can with what I’ve got and let me tell you it ain’t much. I fill my kids with lies, “It will be okay.” and hope, “It won’t always be like this.” And I fill myself with what ifs. What if? What if?
Single and unwed. Thrice. I do the best I can with what I’ve got and let me tell you it ain’t much. I fill my kids with lies, “It will be okay.” and hope, “It won’t always be like this.” And I fill myself with what ifs. What if? What if?