If I Was a Parent Living In Poverty

We rise from the lowest places, create homes in the most homely spaces. Divide food in shortage cases, but we ensure each person here thrives and will make it. Some call it dysfunction but I call it home. We give them all that we earn, because they are our own. Rumors surface; we're poor, how can we provide? If we had to give them our own meals we'd do it to survive. They will never starve, never suffer, never be un-loved. We will be their safety net if they fall, a soft catching glove. Always put them first. That's the staple of our core, keep their little heads fed and happy, and we ask for no more.