Homeless GirlA Story by James Mckay
He could have found so many answers
at the end of a bottle But instead he went walking in the park trying to make sense of a debacle Then the sky opened up and it rainedhe ran for cover until it stops That's when he quickly found a shelter it was made out of a cardboard box There was a young woman inside of itwho was trying to get warm He told her that he apologizes and that he truly meant her no harm He said, " I didn't mean to disturb youand quickly destroy your house If you want, I can take you too mine my car is parked really close." He told her that he had recently receiveda broken heart earlier today But it doesn't compare to your situation I just hope that you'll be okay He told when we get there insideyou can take a hot shower Then he cooked a delicious hot meal in which she slowly devoured He tried to get her to open up about her lifebut she eased back with anticipation Then she asked him to turn down the lights She said ,"Right after graduation Both of my parents were fighting and yellingAnd all of my friends had left It wasn't the things that were said It's what he did that scared me to death It wasn't the fact he called us both w****sbut he put his hands around my neck After my mom hit him with a frying pan I just packed up my things and left I didn't have no money, nowhere to goNone of my friends could take me in So I have been here out on the streets For the past two years is where I'm livin' He wiped a few tears from his eyesand he said I'm not putting you out You can stay here as long as you like As long as you don't mind the couch As he was heading home from his jobHe saw a flyer stapled to an old pole He saw the big letters that said, "MISSING" And that the young girl was 19 years old He called the number and spoke to a womanhe said your daughter is safe and sound He gave her the address and so she drove only a few miles across town A knock a the door, there stood her mothershe slowly got up, ran to her and cried Her mother was bawling, looking at her Tellin her she thought she had died She told her that her daddy went to prisonand if she would like, she can go home There's nobody there that will beat you Where's there love and a bed to call your own They both thank the young man with hugsHe said, "It's the least I can do He said take care of each other; respect your mother and oh, I was once homeless like you! by: James W. MckayJune 29,2023 © 2023 James MckayAuthor's Note
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Added on June 29, 2023 Last Updated on July 5, 2023 AuthorJames MckaySan Antonio, TXAboutTx! Hello my name is James and I'm 46. I began writing at an early age and I'm sure most of our poetry started with "Roses are Red", etc. I'm not sure where my love or desire for poetry came from .. more..Writing
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