Born was this miracle a gift so unlike
Unwrapped, with no ribbon, this tiny tyke
Hidden from sight inside of a womb
Doctors overlooking, almost sealing her doom
She was to come unplanned and unloved
Her mother unknowing, father knowing of
A life he created, but not wanting to bare
His role as a daddy, for her not a care
Never met him or seen him but wonder do I
How he washed his hands before her first cry
Low was the blow, leaving his painful mark
Animal with no scruples, with a bite but no bark
Cares not what he's misses, leaving all alone
To fend for themselves and no calls via phone
But GOD always present He would help turn
Anguish and forsaken into love we would learn
This poem was written for all single mothers
Whose heart would be broken and hope almost smothered
Be strong for your children as GOD watches them
Living proof is my GOD child, Irma His to defend