Barefoot, with child

She used to light up the bakery
with her friendliness and spunk,

and people were happy
to buy her rolls and crescents.

Her child was with her parents
while she was at work,

and she let her car-crazy husband be,
and money from the car factory

kept coming in. Now I run into her,
with child, at the supermarket,

and she’s drawn and pale,
divorced, living in a dinky

apartment with her daughter,
working part time at the drug store,

and her parents are too far away
to be of much help.

– Scardanelli

About niebla

I wish to remain clear of details. My words shall lift the veil.
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4 Responses to Barefoot, with child

  1. Sadly you have written about circumstances which are a familiar situation right around the world. Difficulties transcend nationalities and social classes. The luck of life….


  2. Life can tarnish even the brightest light. Well done

  3. Poet Laundry says:

    A sad tale you tell here…and all too often true.

  4. Laura Maria says:

    So sad! Too bad this is a reality for many, many people.

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