A Place

A Place...

 

A place I never dreamt I’d be,

past due bills and no money.

Sweating the rent

money’s already spent

skimping on groceries

necessities, mostly.

Growing children need new clothes

adding to my mound of woes.

Hoping it’s gift cards, that they’ll get

with Grandparent’s, it a sure bet.

Dad’s working late and never home

Tired, worn out, he looks like a gnome.

Doing my best to keep the spirit alive

Another Christmas, I’m trying to survive...

Sandra Ferrara Gentry 12/2007

Reviews

[vanishing]

This is sadly heartwrenchingly expressed with glimmers of hope
your words flow straight from the heart with striving
the enttire rendering moves the reader
it such overcoming adbersity in many ways
Beautifuly Done Sandra.

[Celtic Cat]

ugh, this hits me as hard now as it did when I first read it. So sad. I think we took a wrong turn when we left the bartering system and turned to cash. Well, ok, maybe not, but still.....money woes are the worst. We're living in it now...I can relate a bit better now than I could then. It's a good piece that many can relate to, sadly enough. Good rhymes and enough feeling to provoke care in the heart of the reader. Write on!!