Life of a Single Mother

Rushing, rushing, constantly in a hurry

The father has long gone; the mother with children scurries

“Time to go!” The mother cries. “It’s time for school!”

But deep inside, her heart aches; the mother worries

 

The mother is no longer a mother; she’s an employee

Sitting behind a desk attempting to focus on her work

But she can’t; not entirely.  Her mind is too noisy

It’s racing, filled with thoughts of work, school and housework

 

The phone rings, the woman jumps to answer

It’s the school.  The feeling of panic creeps up her spine

One of the kids was injured; heading to the hospital – and so is she

 

At the hospital, the woman is back to being “worried mother” again

Where is the father?  No one can find him; reach him.  What?  Voicemail?!?

The child bumped the head and is fine.  But the “Worried mother” is solo – as always…again.