28 Days and Counting

For this short time, We had found our lives, Because the council had tried to compromise. The payed for our B ‘n’ B, In the centre of Bournemouth, Right by the sea, The days began to deteriorate, Just like my moms weight. As did her money, her energy and her hope, These responsibilities became too much to cope. On the 26th of the month, 2 ladies came over to say, That they were going to take us away. The tears on her cheeks, As the car drove away. “Just for a few weeks” Is what my mom used to say.