His Last Dollar
Its the 1920’s, what a time to be alive!
Sure we struggle with money
But, we have love.. and that suits us fine.
I have my four daughters,
And a good husband too.
He works so hard.
To get us through.
I don’t sleep at night
Cause the littlest one cries
I think that she’s hungry,
I see it in her eyes.
Thank goodness..
He gets paid this week,
But, his best friend needs money too..
And he is so sweet.
Tears fill my eyes
As he writes out the check
How will we get by
Until he gets paid next ?
He senses my worry
And cups my cheek
“Please, dont be scared, honey,”
It’ll be OK, wait and see
I went to the bookstore to calm my nerves
Flipping through the pages of some of my favorite words
When it came to me
Like a miracle on a breeze
Each page hid a dollar
My babies would eat
Tears brimmed my eyes
“my God, he was right“
I smiled and wept,
I would sleep well that night.
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