My Two Cars
My Two Cars
The end of the week
I feel weak and meek
I struggle to survive
Burdened, wish I could die
Christmas is near
I am in fear
With only eight fifty left after rent
Never more wisely have I been forced and spent
The dollar store
There they were
Two hot wheels cars and only one dollar each
One more dollar for wrapping, and a fiver left for food
My eyes laden with sadness
The future looked bleak
As I hugged little Adam
Daycare over, I took him from the Madame
Now with five dollars, in my purse
I bought some Mac and cheese
A candy and apple
Some juice and small snacks
On Christmas I woke
My son at my bed
Santa came he shouted, “momma”, he really came!!
So up we went peeking under the tree
Two Hot wheel cars wrapped neat as could be
He unwrapped them with smiles
He shouted with glee
Santa got all this just for me!!!
I know nothing of Cars
A single mum in struggles
When I saw my boys’ eyes light up
Tears began to bubble
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