Where's your mother.
She's drinking gin.
Is she drunk.
Yes she's talking junk.
Where's your father.
He's at the horse racecourse.
Losing all the family money.
Ofcourse.
Where's your shoes.
I haven't got any.
And no socks.
No, all i have is two dirty oversized frocks.
Where's your home.
Over there.
Where.
That tent.
Why.
Because my ma and pa said they can't afford rent.
Oh poor poor child.
Oh caring caring woman.
Come with me.
I will and from this sadness at last i'll be free.
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Author:
Wallace (
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Comments2
The world is full of Guardian Angels whose kindness and helpfulness goes unnoticed. Good write.
Thank you.
Ah yes... Guardian Angels are always there!
Liked the write. A good reminder to stop and listen!
Thank you Laura.
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