Being Mamma is no Joyride!

I wonder, I stress, 

I argue and digress...

I worry about the morrow, 

I curl up in sorrow,

I ask what I should seek,

I think I'm too meek,

To spruce up and face controversy,

To speak my mind to an adversary,

Might I refuse my right

To stand and fight?

Against all that I judge so wrong,

But to this world they all belong

If only life was a song

I'd puff it all up in a heartbeat and cruise with a bong!

For alas I'm so not powerful and have problems aplenty

To try to save the planet or the world and it's gentry

I live my life one day to the next 

In hopes of a dawn where I wake to a text,

A miracle, a jackpot, 

A house with a garden or not,

Where I can live and not exist,

Where I worry not of a roof or walls betwixt,

Where I laugh with my child

And run a lil wild 

I think not of bills

Nor of the rot on window sills,

I love with all my heart 

And have never to be apart...

For I'm a simple soul

But, my life someone stole

And my peace is shattered 

My wellbeing scattered

I need me to be whole again

I want to smile without pain

I want the best for my baby

I dream that maybe

If I'm good and caring enough,

My baby will not have it so rough

He's just a little boy

To him the globe's still a toy,

He sees the world in wonder and imagines

Of cars running on water and wings on engines,

He doesn't understand this clamour for money,

Would rather think of how bees make honey,

My little boy's all I got,

He's everything to me...more than a lot have got.

I thank providence,

I pray for grace,

I wish I could thank God to His face,

For inspite of all that goes wrong

There's something right,

I have a little boy,

And it's for him that I fight.