Child Support

Child Support

Regina Puckett

A little girl looks right back at me

She doesn’t think that I can see

She’s behind my old woman mask

I count on her with every task

She keeps this old heart young

And helps me to climb up each rung

Up and up we continue to go

She pushes me when I go too slow

She pushes me to continue to try

She’s there when all I want to do is cry

She reminds me that life is much too short

That little girl is my child support