Homeless Night by Rodney E. Penilton
In the darkness, I saw four people,
huddled beneath a gazebo in a park downtown;
as I sat feeling depressed about my life, I watched and
saw the broad shoulders of a man reaching for the gentle form
of a woman, as she pulled thin covers over the small frames of two
children, as they lifted theirs heads for a good night kiss.
In that moment, I saw love amidst struggle, hope come from despair and
Loyalty bred of trust.
As the children lay in the arms of the night and the wind, Mother and Father held one another and watched as shadows passed, and dust and leaves did their dance.
' Imagine the anguish, anguish of our babies sleeping in the park beneath the stars,
with no home other than those found each night.'
Tears unseen and questions unanswered, the children know that this is not the way it should be as they watch other kids in new, clean clothes and cool shoes, thinking to themselves, ' The stares don't matter, because mommy said they don't and daddy promised things will get better.'
'Maybe my sister ? No. '
'My aunt ? How would we get them there '
'My mother ? She is too old.'
'Baby, I just don't know.'
'Something has to happen, has to change, they deserve better than this.
Baby , I know, we'll figure something out tomorrow.'
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