Their children cry at night
they are hungry.
Their Papa has no job
no one wants a dropout –
so the head of the family prays.
A child watches as a family
enters a grocery store, and
their Papa opens up his wallet,
not enough cash to feed his family,
so he purchases all he can afford
while watching a family suffer.
One child becomes sick, and
a druggist hands them a bill
for some generic medication –
a parent, with a tear in his
eye, leaves it there – prays once
more for illness to dissipate.
The family tries to sell their home –
pay bills, and feed a weak child
then watch – as their child suffers
in a metal crib, not their own. . .
Foreclosed – on the street,
searching for a place to sleep.
The family begs for food, a place
to lay their head’s, a place where a
sick child can cuddle in the night.
They dream about a wooden crib
and wake to find their child dead.