The Unfit Parent
The Unfit Parent
third street apartment complex
knock on the door
man in a suit
I’m here for the kids.
The unfit parent.
single mother
three jobs
three children
never enough
dinner for three
family of four
one will go hungry
four wanting more
more for her children
more from her work
the unfit parent
fights through the hurt
The unfit parent
nothing to give
but love and support
a smile, a hug
life
devotion
I’m here for the kids.
You cannot provide,
you cannot supply
the life they need.
They’re underfed
they’re under-clothed
you can’t sustain children with love
you gave all you had and it wasn’t enough.
You are
The unfit parent.
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