She sits outside in rain and snow
with cardboard cup to tell us how
she left her family behind
to feed them from the coins we throw.
But people pass and never mind
for all they know she could be blind.
ashamed I smile and fold a bill
a token to pretend I’m kind.
Some say it just depends on will
to work for wages, have the skill
to feed their children far away
why beg for money – sitting still?
I wonder how to find a way
to give them housing, let them stay
at home to see their children play
she should be where her children play.
Today at dVerse MTB Gay wants us to use the format of the poem “Stopping by wood a snowy evening” by Robert Frost. I did a slight variation of the last row, instead of repeating. The theme is from Sweden where poor people come from Eastern Europe to beg on the streets. Many of them are Roma, and apparently their conditions are worse at home than begging on the streets. From what I can see they don’t get a lot of money, and I just wish that they could have conditions that are decent where they come from. It is terrible to see mothers begging in Stockholm instead of being with their children.