And kept it moving
All by ur lonesome.
And I’m still amazed…
How is it that momma
Through her own sufferings
Her own trials
Was able to take four children,
Cover them with clothing, shelter,
Listen to their cries
And in between her own cries
Find the time
to not show them teary eyes?
Where was ur cry
Where were ur screams
Where was ur despair?
I don’t remember hearing u in agony
I don’t remember u being desperate
I don’t remember u being unable…
All I remember is that we were all fed
. not lacking anything of importance
…for when Nike couldn’t do it, you did
And even though I didn’t wear my payless with pride
I had comfort in your shelter.