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That moment when you are a daughter or a son,
To a single mother,
Either due to death or a divorce,
And you face hard time,
Seeming to be in your own world..
That is however full of trouble...

Everyday is a hustle,
Worrying of what to eat,
Be it the school fees,
Or even shelter,
The weird looks,
Between you and your siblings,
With endless questions within your minds..
With your mother at the top of the fire.

However day after day,
Life goes on a bit smoothly,
As far as mum is in the move...
Regardless of how much it may take,
To get rid of the tough situations,
She is always there for her kids..

From childhood to adulthood,
No giving up on them...
But keeps on the move,
To make life better..
Until the clock turns around..
And things change from good to bad..
Either through her struggle...
Or the kids who become rich..
After a long time hustle...
With a hand of a mum...
And her sweat is wept of..
Like she has never been a victim of such moments..
Enemies become friends,
The divorced dad is brought back..
And life seems one of a kind..
With a life story worth telling.

Dedicated to; All single mothers(my mum inclusive) and kids who are victims of such situations.

Written by; Reagan Musore

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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