She is all I have and it’s enough

She Is All I Have and It’s Enough

In the hush of dawn, beneath the sky

A mother moves, her baby nigh.

Safe in her pouch, he dreams and grows,

Wrapped in the love that only she knows.

She is all I have and it’s enough.

Her heartbeat is the rhythm he knows,

A lullaby where comfort flows.

No toys, no walls, no cradle bed—

Just fur and warmth, where he lays his head.

She is all I have and it’s enough.

But fences rise where trees once stood,

And roads now split the quiet wood.

Engines roar and headlights blind—

No space for those they leave behind.

Please don’t hit me,

I am all she has, And it’s enough.

The land they knew is carved and sold,

For concrete dreams and urban gold.

They ask for little, just to roam,

A patch of bush to call their home.

She is all I have and it’s enough.

The crack of guns, the sudden flight,

She shields him in the fading light.

No voice to plead, no words to say—

Just eyes that beg, “Don’t take her away.”

Please don’t shoot her,

She is all I have, And it’s enough.

Through drought and dust, through fear and flame,

She carries him, though none know her name.

No medals worn, no songs are sung—

Just love that speaks in native tongue.

She is all I have and it’s enough.

So let them be, let silence speak,

Of bonds that hold, of hearts that seek.

A mother’s love, a joey’s trust—

In that small world, there’s all they must.

She is all I have and it’s enough.