haiku for the day: dishes

My mother was a single mom in the day when that was a real hard thing to be. Not that it ain’t a real hard thing to be these days. In those days, women were not divorced. They stayed with their man and toughed it out. But not my mom. She wasn’t going to tough it out with no damned fool man who just wouldn’t work. She left him and took me with her. I was ’bout six months old. She found a job in a cotton mill and worked her butt off to keep us in eats and a roof over our heads. If somebody asks me, that’s how I define love.

dirty dishes stacked
single mother with two kids
in need of wishes

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