She Sold Her Body to feed her kids
A life of dismay to get by each day

She Sold Her Body to feed her kids
She sold her body to feed her kids,
A choice she made, a life she hid.
For every meal, for every bite,
She gave herself days and nights.
Now older, weary, her story out, and told,
Her kids look on with hearts grown cold.
They disown her name, her sacrifice,
Forgetting how mother paid the price.
They won’t talk or go to see her at all
Shunned by the ones she saved when small.
The alternative would have adoption
Selling her self was the only option
They see her scars, they feel nothing,
Blind to the years she cried in pain.
Her hands that toiled, her tears that fell,
Are lost to a past they won’t retell.
She wonders still, though cast aside,
If love was worth the shame and pride.
For in their eyes, she sees the cost
A mother’s love, but a family lost.
She sold her body, she sold her pride
For her fatherless children, a tough ride
She gave them a house, warmth, and food
In return perused by dirty vile men.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️



Comments (3)
ungrateful kids. sad lovely poem
And then we wonder if the price of love, in her case, was worth it. Descriptive, Georgie.
Ouch. Ungrateful and horrific. The true price of love can be horrible.