Updated: Jan 5, 2022
I cannot speak for men who parent alone
For they are indeed a rarity.
The women who by the multitudes
Take up the solitary role of raising children
Without help from the father who relinquishes
The sacred trust his children would have given,
And upon which the mother could have relied.
So many still refuse to lose their joy
For all that lies before families
As we shelter in close to keep out
The relentless jeerings of doubt and shame.
We strive to live as examples of steadfast surety
In our belief that aloneness might begin like a curse,
But ends as relief that we are finally free to be ourselves.