Sunday, January 8, 2012


Each day she hurried home in terror
Because she worried for her kid
Who, home alone, might make an error
(“He’s only 6 so God forbid.”)
Like falling down the stairs and breaking
An arm or leg. She started shaking
Then cried because, “I work health care.
But who’ll help him if I’m not there?
I take the bus for transportation
And sometimes it’s on time . . . or not;
But, even Johnny-on-the-spot,
I’m late three hours in duration . . .
And all that time he’s home alone.
He’s more than life, my corazon!”

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