I am young and I am a mother

I am young and I am a mother.

I may not have been a teenager when I had my first baby, but I am still a young mother.

And loneliness lingers even with the presence of a father.

My baby can feel the love I have for her… and I can see the love she has for me.

I have a house that doesn’t feel like a home. An angry heart that longs to be hold.

I miss my baby when she goes. I never want to let her go.

No anger inside about being a mother, just the burden of not having another.

Another to comfort me when I get down, a soothing hug for when I frown.

It’s hard doing it alone, trying to survive financially, socially, mentally, emotionally…

A child deserves to see their mother happy, full of live, thriving, radiant, over joyous with love.

I am young and I am a mother.

Just trying to find our place in this world. Trying to create my idea of a great mother.

A better mother than my own was to me, a better father than my own as well.

And look to the light at the end of the tunnel…

I am young and I am a mother…

And that is all I can really be.