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Mother’s Day 2019

I walked out this morning as it’s Mother’s Day.

I listened to the sounds of life as I passed along the way.
I saw a sleeping homeless guy, s�ff, hard, and cold.

I wondered about his story as I passed and thought ‘so bold’.

So bold to expose his life on a pavement in the town.

So bold to be out in the misty weather and to sleep despite the noisy

sounds.

The sounds of passing cars, the sounds of giggling boys.

I was worried for his health, his safety amidst the hustle and noise.

I saw some lonely people, si�ng on their own.

No one else for company, in solitude with their phone

I reflected; this is ‘Mother’s Day’ so why are they alone.

Where are their family, their siblings, why are they not at home?

At home with the family, surrounded by their friends.

How has it come to this; they sit alone in town wai�ng for the end?

The end of this day of celebra�on, en�tled Mother’s Day.

For all of them it is just another day,
A day of loneliness, sadness, and tears.

Let’s stop for a moment, let’s reflect on what we have, be clear.

Clear about our privilege, our lifestyle, family, and mates

Let’s reflect and think about what we cherish and our wealth and

emo�onal state.

We are happy, we have nothing to complain and moan.

But these poor humans don’t even have a home.

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