Mom

Written by: Tanya Dickens

Her tiny hand in mine. 
So precious, so innocent, so true. 
Sacrifices I make – by choice or force….but ultimately for her sake. 
Sometimes I cry, sometimes I laugh.
Loneliness, exclusions – mine to embrace. 
To face, to accept.
With patience – I’ll learn to fly. 
Again. 
Break free of broken promises. 
Take off the too big shoes. 
Smile at adversity – win. 
If only, in the end, to lose.