We Live in a Car
We live in a car – mommy, my little brother and me.
My dad left before I was born.
My little brother is Charley’s kid.
Charley never liked me, so Mommy left him.
You are more important than him she told me.
I am proud of her for that and because she works at McDonald’s.
My teacher is nosy; she wants to know stuff. She asks questions.
I am in third grade. I know not to tell her anything.
She keeps asking me my address. I tell her the one we use.
This does not satisfy her.
I wish I had the other third grade teacher.
Miss P is not that interested in kids.
We park in the back of the Wal-Mart lot.
Mom says it is the only safe spot she knows.
It is a good neighborhood.
Mom makes living in the car fun.
We had to leave our toys at the last place.
That’s okay. We sing and make up stories and stuff.
We have each other.
That’s all that matters
I do not tell mommy about the nosey teacher.
I have changed schools too many times already.
This is my fifth school.
So I keep my mouth shut
Loving my life
Glad we have each other
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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