My Past Has Made Me Grateful

I see the way she looks at clothes she can't afford,

The way she looks inside the empty refrigerator.

Every week she prays to the lord,

She says, "maybe I can buy it later."

I can't get a job,

I'm fifteen and I have no ride.

I hope she can't hear my heart throb,

When she denies necessaties with false pride.

It hurts to see her trying to get by,

A single mom with three kids to raise.

A year passes with the blink of an eye,

We are full of thanks and praise.

A new job, and a new momma,

a full fridge, and a full heart.

No more financial drama,

It's time for a fresh start.

My mom is happy,

and every day we thank God.

We are no longer unhappy,

And my mom 's smiles are broad.

Everything is awesome.