Tired, fatigued and hungry
A family in need
The Migrant Mother thinking
The children need to eat
Traveling down a hard road
Looking for some light
The Migrant Mother searching
For something good and right
The search for work is endless
Everyone is ill
The Migrant Mother works
To hold onto some good will
Driving down the road again
The tire gets a flat
The Migrant Mother fearing
There is no money for that
Baby John is Hungry
Sally Sue is cold
The Migrant Mother trying
To teach them to be bold
Pa tells of better times
Grandma tells of old
The Migrant Mother tells a tale
Of a place with streets of gold.
(This poem was written for and inspired by the image of a mother and her two children taken during The Great Depression, however, I do not have permission to use that image on the blog. This image was provided by mohamed Hassan from Pixabay
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