Always a mother to be
To be
A girl, A woman, A Mother
A fighter a lover a friend
My example of womanhood lost in the mail
A carry mail carry discarded my future
The letter was sent I’m sure
Knowledge of how to proceed
A singer, a caregiver, a bedtime story
I’m afraid you’ll have to guess the rest
On Sundays the mail doesn’t come
In other day they deliver a fee
Lost lonely and lopsided
Always a mother to be
Indefinitely.
