Personal Narrative: She Is A Single Mother

She gave life. She a single mother
She is part of my heart and she is a friend.
She is a sister a survivor to the end.
Appreciate her, we don't dare.
Ask her worries, we don't care.
Wipe away her tears, they are invisible as air.
She works cooks and clean.
She laughs, helps comfort, and hides her pain.
When you struggle she pulls you through

She fights what right
You see her struggle and you go and see her and she wipes away the tears and put a smile on her face
And teal the day you put her in the ground you always say
I call her Strong, Smart, Sensual, Caring, Giving, Surviving, Tolerant and powerful
I call her WOMAN!