Solo Single Mama

Dad, he couldn't bear it, so he left with a little piece of my heart.

Mom, she left her mind and took with it a little piece of my heart.

Dear Brother, his mind failed and broke a little piece of my heart.

Little angel sisters and brother, they were taken and with them a little piece of my heart.


My splintered heart, tried being rebuilt by a new family.

My new brother, he was sent home and beaten and with him the splintered fragments turned to pulp.

My next new brother, he chose to inflict pain on the other brothers and sisters. Bearing witness drained little pieces of my heart.

My new mom, she pretended my heart was whole. Then abandoned when she realized it was not, taking what was left of my heart.

I've created little hearts of my own, and with them they've brought new little pieces of my heart.

Leaving these ones, will never happen. Their hearts remain intact.

The remaining pulp and splinters, the culprits are trying to steal these pieces back. It seems all at once.

And I am fiercely protecting what little remains, not trusting. Tentatively peeking through the crack in the door, but not able to swing it open. Knowing they will leave again, and snatch what pieces they can.