She Deserved a Whole Momma
I found the truth like a snake in the grass,
Quiet and cold, but it cut like glass.
He’s with someone new, laughin’ free,
While I patch up dreams he left in me.
It hit like thunder through bone and skin—
How easy it was for him to begin
A life without us, like we were a storm
He outran for sunshine and someone warm.
But I got a baby with eyes just like his,
And she don’t know what forgettin’ is.
She still asks why he don’t ride through,
Still thinks her daddy’s heart beats true.
And me? I break in the dark sometimes,
But I hold it together with nursery rhymes.
‘Cause she deserves a whole momma, not half,
Not one buried in sorrow or lost in the past.
So I lace up my boots when the mornin’ is grey,
Breathe in the Lord and push through the day.
I ain’t done cryin’, but I’m learnin’ to stand—
With a Bible in heart and a child in hand.
I kiss her forehead, whisperin’ low,
“Love sometimes leaves, but you’ll always know
That you were chosen, pure and bright—
Born from love, raised in light.”
She don’t need a bitter momma with shame,
She needs one strong enough to stake her claim—
That hearts can break and still beat right,
That women don’t fold, they learn how to fight.
So no, I ain’t healed, not all the way,
But I smile a bit more with each new day.
And when she laughs, the hurt fades some—
’Cause I’m not just a cowgirl…
I’m her momma. And I won’t come undone.
Copyright ©
Maya Smith
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