Children awake with the sun
Alone I am, this days begun
Worries, stress, money, a car?
Time in a day doesn’t go far
Bus comes at 8, Preschool starts at 9
Then the third has to be at her class on time
Baby is sick, who will keep her home
“Not me,” says the mother
Three out numbers one, so the baby is bundled
for a journey of tag along
Pick up the three-year old
Lunch and nap, bus at 3 drops the other two off
Now the day will really begin
Homework, banking, shopping, dinner, bath and bed
Now alone with only her-self
The world is too quiet and the young woman wonders
What is worse, the days of being a single mother?
Or the nights, being a woman, alone?