Emily’s Story

Only five years old
Emily hold tightly to her doll
She’s trapped in an unknown world
So sweet, so innocent, and so small


Night is nearly upon them
As she sits shivering with cold & fear
Lying in her mother’s arms
Wondering, tonight, what danger is near


She finds it hard to fall asleep
Lying beneath the cruel night sky
As they hide in their secret corner
Hoping to be left alone by those who pass them by


Emily is much too young to understand
She cries for home, her room, her things
But mom tells her, “It’s okay honey,
We have each other, our hopes, & our dreams”


In a state between wakefulness & sleep
Mom holds Emily close
Desperation fills her heart
Knowing there’s nowhere else to go


Morning finally arrives
They’ve made it through another night
Emily awakens to her mother’s tears
And tells her,
“Don’t cry momma, you’ll see, we’ll be all right”


Days and weeks pass by
And each night is much the same
But as the nights grow colder
So does the illness and pain


Mom no longer seems to move so well
So in their hidden corner they stay
Even the search for food -
No longer happens everyday


As another morning finally arrives
Emily awakes at her mother’s side
But today, Emily is too young to understand
Why mom won’t even open her eyes


Emily,
only five years old
so sweet, so innocent …
Left all alone


Emily,
Only one story of many
in our failing economy

**Important Note:**
Image above is not my own and was found on photobucket. She is not Emily, simply a portrayal.

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