Native American Women & Child

I hear the single mother

Her selfless cries of loneliness

For her child in the still

I see the mother awaking

Her child with a playful

Song of “Wheels on the Bus”.

With a smile as warm

And bright as the

Morning sun

I observe the single mother

Contemplating the misgivings

Of the coming day (where are my shoes,

Did I pack the diaper bag, where

Did my keys go)

I witnessed the quiet darkness room

Just the mother and innocent baby

With a Bible in her hand, telling

Her child of all the wonderful

Things of God’s love

Baby falls into deep sleep with

Such a beautiful smile

And the single mother sits there praying

To God to give her

Strength and the blessing to

Be a successful mommy.