Broken Home
I was afraid if I would
Be a good mom.
With a broken home.
That had no love.
That had no support.
I never learned what a
Family was.
Never had a family to help.
But I had you and
Fell in love with you.
Then everything just clicked.
I taught myself
How to be a good mom.
And try my best
At being a good mom.
It wasn't always easy,
But I think I was good at
Being a good mom.
Copyright © Angel Prall | Year Posted 2023
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