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Single Mom

I’m a ‘tough little cookie’ when I have to be
Until this life gets the better of me
I can’t compete with the rest of you
So I’d appreciate it if ya didn’t ask me to
I’ve been holdin’ my own
And that there makes me proud
But my pat on the back
Got displaced in the crowd 
I need reassurance 
That I’m doing this right
Please tell me this struggle
Is well worth the fight

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Aniruddha Pathak

Date: 10/6/2018 12:37:00 AM

'In your face' the tough cookie expresses herself, and the fluidity is amazing

John Fleming

Date: 5/29/2018 3:16:00 AM

Hhmmm, you certainly sound like a "tough little cookie"! Very pleased to make your acquaintance, Gayle. My best regards! :) john P.s I agree -- there is nowhere quite like Scotland!

Paul Callus

Date: 9/24/2017 1:25:00 PM

Impressed by this flowing rhythmic poem and the single mom who wrote it! I'm sure you have worked wonders considering the financial and supportive limitations which you might have had to deal with. Keep up the good work! Regards // paul

Joanna Daniel

Date: 8/30/2017 5:17:00 AM

Life is worth any fight, Gayle:)

Silent One

Date: 7/28/2017 2:29:00 PM

Amways hard being a sinlge mum, but you see the rewards when they grow older... Well written Gayle..

Gayle Rodd
Date: 7/28/2017 5:21:00 PM

Yeah it was not the life I'd anticipated, but we made it!

Phil Capitano

Date: 7/26/2017 2:53:00 PM

Chris summed it up nicely Gayle, we all question our purpose from time to time. Have a good day and keep smilin'.

Gayle Rodd
Date: 7/26/2017 9:12:00 PM

thank you Phil. :)

Chris Green

Date: 7/10/2017 3:18:00 PM

Life is a struggle at times, but as long as we try and do our bests when doing so, it is all worth it. It may not seem like it at the time, but time has a was of sneaking by, revealing the gold at the bottom of the mud (used for soup rules) pile. Besides, if this poem is any indication, it is definitely worth it.

Gayle Rodd
Date: 7/10/2017 4:20:00 PM

Thx. I was just lickin' my wounds I guess ;)