Motherless children sneaking into the night.
The baby wallowing in snot shrieks out in hunger.
Stolen bread. Mustard sandwiches and mashed Oreos finger fed.
Dirty faces – – tattered clothes and skinned knees.
Every day darkened as night smothered in the fear of abandonment.
Innocence stripped in the servitude of the drink.
Stolen away in the night and driven north to a new place.
A new beginning. AWOL was the the salvation of purity. Restoration impossible but a new beginning.
