I was strong
Raised up by absent people
I learned young
How to be strong
Be on my own
I grew up
Gave birth
Three loving souls
The joys of my life
I was not an absent person
Then one day in the ICU
My son
So frail, weak, dying
My back broke
And I fell
Can you help me up?
But the man I married
Turned away
I had to carry it all
On my own
Please help me,help us
Where did you go?
No answer
So now
Alone
I move mountains
S.R.
About the Creator
Ruthie M.
Special Education teacher, student advocate, mother, dancer and a writer. . I have now begun categorizing and refining my story drafts. The Good, The Bad and the Ugly. I protect the identities of the characters in my stories
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