in the child
sleeping at
the shelter,
dreaming of a job for
her dad
and an apartment
for her family. . .
in the mother
helping
her son with his
homework
so he can pass
the entrance exam
for the private school
her third job will pay
for . . .
in the senior
who gets up
in the middle of the
night,
to change the
wet bedding of
his alzheimered wife,
believing she will
(finally)
remember his name
at
breakfast . . .
we encounter that
faith
we thought we would
never
find
again.
(c) Thom M. Shuman
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