Gayle Rodd Poet Rhyme

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 October 6, 2018 at 12:37 AM 'In your face' the tough cookie expresses herself, and the fluidity is amazing

John Fleming May 29, 2018 at 3:16 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 September 24, 2017 at 1:25 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 August 30, 2017 at 5:17 AM Life is worth any fight, Gayle:)

Silent One July 28, 2017 at 2:29 PM Amways hard being a sinlge mum, but you see the rewards when they grow older... Well written Gayle.. Gayle Rodd July 28, 2017 at 5:21 PM Yeah it was not the life I'd anticipated, but we made it!

Phil Capitano July 26, 2017 at 2:53 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 July 26, 2017 at 9:12 PM thank you Phil. :)

Chris Green July 10, 2017 at 3:18 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 July 10, 2017 at 4:20 PM Thx. I was just lickin' my wounds I guess ;)

Kim Rodrigues July 10, 2017 at 11:37 AM Gayle, you are present! That is worth gold! Gayle Rodd July 10, 2017 at 4:21 PM Thank you Kim. It's much better now