Here Too
three jars of baby food and an apple, green
that's what her money bought
she fumbled with two wrinkled dollar bills
and some change
but it came to a dollar ninety-three
a few cents for the cookie jar
she was 19, 20, perhaps 21
no ring on her finger
no car to take her home
the baby waited patiently
past the checkstand in the grocery cart
as mom gobbled the apple
and waited out the rain
now tonight
somewhere down the street
there's a baby crying in hunger or pain
and someone's roof won't stop the rain
Copyright © Richard Milne | Year Posted 2007
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