She wakes before the sunrise,
whispering a prayer,
Coffee in her veins,
but no one’s really there.
Working through the night just to keep the lights on,
Smiling through the pain,
but her joy feels long gone.
Little voices asking, “Mama, where’s Daddy at?”
She wipes away her tears,
can’t be dwelling on the past.
The world feels so heavy,
she’s breaking to the bone,
But their love reminds her she’s never truly alone.
She carries it alone, through the storm, through the fire, Her children keep her grounded,
they lift her higher.
When the nights get cold,
they’re the love she’s shown,
Single mother’s strength
she carries it alone.
Bills on the table, dreams pushed aside,
But she keeps on moving with her babies by her side.
She thinks to herself,
what if I ever let go?
Who would guide their steps?
Who would help them grow?
Their laughter is her healing,
their hugs her escape,
They’re the reason her heart keeps beating in shape.
Through the sleepless nights,
through the pain she hides,
Her children are the fire that keeps her alive. She carries it alone, through the storm, through the fire,
Her children keep her grounded,
they lift her higher.
When the nights get cold,
they’re the love she’s shown,
Single mother’s strength
she carries it alone.
Silent prayers in the midnight hour,
Broken spirit but an endless power.
Every scar, every tear she’s known,
One smile from her babies feels like home.
She carries it alone, through the storm, through the fire,
Her children keep her grounded,
they lift her higher.
Broken but unbowed, she still builds a home, Single mother’s love
she carries it alone
MARYANN BOSAH 