Sense Sonnet - Acher

Break Time

A single working mom was my
Better or worse identity.
It was expected I should try
To be as busy as could be.
I multi tasked all day and night,
Juggling the manys of my life,
And all done had to be just right,
No matter rising stress and strife.
Expectations of me just grew.
I felt the tightness in my chest.
There was no more that I could do,
Stopped dead by cardiac arrest.

A single working mom is not
Of any use in a grave plot.