A Hobo's Dream !

I wish someone would help me, or take me home; I never imagined being where I am today , it's a disgrace. I live on cement floors, with old torn up blankets that people throw at me now and then. There's all kinds of critters and creatures. I have no heat, it just constantly snows all the time, and all you ever smell is the fire burning , the dumps , and the rubber from the teenagers squealing their tires.

I can remember having a beautiful home and family but that's a wasteful memory now ... It all happened on a snowy winter day. I went to the store for some milk, while my kids and husband rested at home. I really enjoy going for walks, so I'm always the one out on the go, and as I'm walking I hit a slippery patch of ice. I tumbled to the ground, my head hitting first. I don't remember anything after that, and when I woke up I was here, in this old raggedy spot.

I really want to go home, if I could remember exactly where it was, I wonder if my family even worries or wonders where I am. I'm sick of this place, everybody walking by pointing and making fun, if they only knew what it felt like to have a beautiful home and family one day, and then shattered cement floors , and raggedy blankets, left with nothing the next .

" Mom, wake up, mom we're hungry". As I opened my eyes, I was overwhelemed, full of joy, and as excited as a person could get. I grabbed my kids and hugged them, and kissed them until they finally asked why I was doing this. My answer left them curious, and clueless, but it was all I had to say . . .