On Some Days

I don't wear my singlemomhood
Like a crown of thorns
I don't make too much of it.
It's neither an honor
Nor a burden
It's just a fact.
Not a pitiable fact
Not a glorious one
It's just a fact.
On most days that is...

But on some days
I allow my eyes to well up
And the heart to burst with sadness
Not out of self pity
Nor out of fatigue, or loneliness
But just out of a feeling.
Not a pitiable feeling
Nor a noble one
Just a feeling.
But only on some days...