We didn’t have much,
but we kept our dignity;
what little we could save
from our circumstances.
Mom worked two jobs.
I tried to fade away,
but she wouldn’t let me,
and I knew it, too.
There was a whole lot more
to do,
and no one showing up
to do it.
This life was gonna be,
me,
and the sky,
and the deep, blue sea
‘til I die.
“No one is coming
to save you.”
HG – 2020
