LIVING ON THE (ECONOMIC) FAULT LINE (1)

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!”