Pockets

We're worn from worry, in line for dinner, we tried to get by, but we've gotten thinner. It's our family's first time here, my parent's eyes are red from tears. The Salvation Army dining room is inviting, as outside's cold is biting. When the cost of living became so high, I heard my parents discuss the bills, then they cried. We're all filing in quiet as the soup kitchen volunteers gently smile, we ourselves haven't smiled in a while. There's many other children here, I wish there was more cheer. I just saw two siblings of another family, put biscuits in their pockets hoping no one would see, I understand that now, I really do, I just put biscuits in my pockets too. ~