Father is far off, in mood, often
In miles. Grumblings
And threats of cutting off money
Are his family contributions.
Mother can't take it, can't cope,
Can't help. Fearful, confused,
Paralysed by grieving, not hungry
Herself, she doesn't see
Her children's hunger.
So the boy, already burdened with work,
Making friends, and new school life,
Must cook his sister's meals,
Put her to bed, reassure her anxious young soul,
While no-one comforts his.
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