It was a warm summer day in Concord, Michigan, 23 years ago. I decided to drive to the park. My two children were in the back seat gazing out the window unaware of the hardship about to befall us. My heart was heavy from the news I’d received from my parents earlier in the day. With no warning given they said, “I’m sorry but you and the children need to find another place to stay!” Tears flooded my eyes as I thought about the baby on the way. How was I going to take care of 3 small children with no place to stay and only $200 in savings?
In desperation I moved out of my parents house and preceded on my way to London, Ohio. I rented a motel room and bought groceries for the kids until I could contemplate what I was going to do next. It wasn’t long until our savings were gone. The manager of the motel took compassion on us and allowed the children and me to stay another week free of charge. Within that week I found a job and Human Services helped pay rent on a one-bedroom apartment. We were on our feet from there.
I think about those who are homeless. My heart and prayers go out to them. In a nation so blessed this should not be. Whatever situation got them to where they are now I want them to know that they are not forgotten. There are people who care. I wrote this poem because I too have been there.
A Home for Me
Cold, Helpless, Lonely, Afraid
As I pass by your window
You pull down the shades
Not wanting to look at what is outside
Lest guilt overtakes you
And you have to abide.
My stomach is churning for the morsel of bread
That you threw out in front of me
To your dog instead.
A night on a bench
Placed under a tree
I hope that someday
There’ll be a home for me!
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