Life just isn't the same,
My kids are over there,
While I'm all the way over here,
Very few even seem to care.

What's one to do really?
I tell myself that things are bound to get better, not to be silly.
Can't help but wonder which part of my
Heart will be mended back together,
I feel like I'm carrying this burden
With a broken feather.

In one hand I have the love of my life,
In the other, my children's future
Doctor's say so many things, it's hard to know
I can't afford to make poor choices
My time's a tickin' never know
When I'll end up below.

Life just isn't the same,
My kids are over there,
While I'm all the way over here,
Very few even seem to care.

Kristin Nicole RothDavis

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-life-part-2/