The Food Bank Store
There's been bedlam down at the food bank store
Rushing and shoving through the opened door
I've even seen fighting there on the floor.
What's happening to people, can’t they share?
When it appears there's hunger everywhere
All we need is some love, kindness and care.
* * *
Again I'm going to the food bank store
For my little girl Daisy Loo, who's four
Always hungry and it hurts to the core.
Life has not been cushy since her dad strayed
I wouldn't have him back if on knees he prayed
By him and my best friend I was betrayed.
She is welcome to him he's nought but trash
Having a love affair behind my back
Without care for me or our little lass.
Though it's tough to manage without one's man
I work every day to earn all I can
I clean houses while Daisy Loo’s with nan.
Can't believe her dad just up sticks and went
Not much is left after paying the rent
To feed my daughter when all has been spent.
As for the hubby, he's past history
Food bank store manager's coming to tea
He's fond of Daisy Loo and fond of me.
Tonight chefs special will be beans on toast
And I’m going to be the perfect host
Believe me I almost gave up the ghost.
Food bank store team and all donators too
Thank you most kindly and God bless all you
Much love from me and my girl Daisy Loo.
* * *
4th August 2021
Panic at the Food Bank Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Copyright © Beryl Edmonds | Year Posted 2021
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