I wait in the silence
that echoes her leaving
the thread on the cushion
the light on the wall
I fade from the moment
and sharpen the corners
and tread on the threshold
and clumsily falter
Those places avoided
left gaping and dusky
now sit on the hour
like stones on a moth
But love idly murmurs
some word that has meaning
finds patience in waiting
while I wait for you.
You sleep on the sofa because you put the sheets in the dryer this morning before work. Tonight you’re too tired to put them back on the bed.
You go to work with bronchitis because you used all your sick days nursing your kid through his cold.
You went to your kid’s soccer game last night instead of going to the grocery store.
So you’re drinking your coffee black this morning because you gave the rest of the milk to your kid at breakfast.
There’s a 33% chance that you spend more than half of your paycheck on rent.
You pay on average a third of your income on child care. In New York, Minnesota and Massachusetts, if your child is 3 or under, it’s more than half.
This is because you’re paid less than single dads or married men with the same education. If you were paid fairly, your income would increase by 17 percent and your poverty rate would fall by half.
You’re a single mom.
Some folks say, well, you’d be making more money if you’d opted not to have a child.
Some of these same folks want to limit your birth control options.
It’s tough for you. But your love, unlike money, can buy happiness, and it comes to you through hugs and butterfly kisses and nite-nite prayers.
I’m proud of you.