This is another very old poem, written in 1996, in the heart of single parenting years
90’s Woman
This small framed
vulnerable creature
Who last night
quivered at a sharp word
Cooked supper, shaved, lathered
Unwound
in bubble bath bliss
Tucked children in with a kiss
Woke to the demands of morning chaos
Lost her cool
Rushed kids to school
Today
Kicked butt
Chain smoked
provoked
Got the job done
Rolled with the punches
Rose from the falls
To receive the compliment
“You’ve got balls”