Early morning, quiet moments allow me to gather my thoughts, meditate and pray.
The chirping and tweeting of birds calmly warm my soul.
I hear a swift, gust of wind blowing debris from one side of the street to the other.
I see the morning light attempt to peak through the blinds.
I sink into the warm, left-side of my bed and appreciate the comfort of my weighted blanket.
I am reminded that the right-side of the bed is available, empty, and cold.
And, then, reality sets in – I am alone, I have been alone, and I slept alone.
-A Single Parent’s Truth
