shame,
but gratitude in the church
basket
of food
left on our porch in the freezing
cold,
we worried
if neighbors saw it,
kids
heading off to school.
did they know
how poor we were,
the holes
in our shoes stuffed
with cardboard,
did anyone have a clue
that the social worker
was coming
to see
which kids would be removed
and taken
to a better
place to live.
a place with beds
not shared,
a place with food
and first worn clothes?
did we panic when the lights
went off,
when the heat died
for lack of payment,
did the church laugh at our
coin filled
envelopes,
perhaps.
and yet somehow, we overcame
it all
and grew.
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