The Diary of Jeremy age 9
In the eyes of a homeless child
We see a soul asking if I’m worth the while
The question in his eyes
Lying down in the backseat of a car on a clothes pile
He says, I gather them all around me, cause it keeps me warm
Mama gets us bagels from the bakery that are stale or torn
The holes in my clothes remind me I’m alive
Cause when the chill runs through them, I shiver for awhile
It’s how we survive
Everyone tells me I’m wise for my age
No one knows I don’t want to be, mama says this won’t be a chapter, it’s just a page
All I know is I’ve seen mama cry on many days
In my heart I question is this really just a phase
Another day passes, and another tear falls
I can’t wait til I’m old enough to take care of us all
Right now I’m too young, I just hope to grow
Sometimes I wonder if me and my mom will make it, or if we will travel to where the people in heaven go.
I’m just a kid, trying to survive, trying to live
Just hoping that somehow we’ll make it out of the car, and to a place where we can make the most of it.
One day I’ll see my mama’s face with no tears to cry
Yet today I still see the world through the eyes of a homeless child.
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