By Al Mills
I imagine, you probably wake your kids up with a kiss on the forehead
Saying “good morning sunshine” as you help them make their beds
Your kids have a complete breakfast, then they go rinse, brush & floss
Put on their clean uniforms, grab their bag lunches then skip off to the garage
Then hear “I love you and have a good day” as they get dropped off
But Monday morning in my house is a little different than yours
Because somewhere on her travels home the past few nights, my mom got lost
Now I haven’t seen my mom in a day or two
There are no clean clothes or nothing to eat, so what am I supposed to do?
Yeah, I’m only 12 years old and I haven’t seen my mom all weekend
I not awaken by any I love you’s or alarm clock beeping
But by my little sister standing in my doorway asking me: what are we going to eat?
My little sister she is only 7, she doesn’t know any better
She dressed in the same dirty clothes she wore all last week
She keeps telling me she’s hungry, asking me: what are we going to eat?
I say: mommy ain’t here, go back to sleep
I got up around 11, while lil sis was still sleep
Hit the corner store and stole us some noodles and chips to eat
While we’re watching TV, my mom staggers back in from her long weekend
We barely looked up from our bowls, we just keep on eating
See this is Monday morning in my house
Love kept us silent—too afraid to hear the truth that might come out
Those unasked questions:
She doesn’t ask us: why we’re not in school?
We don’t ask her: where she’s been?
She doesn’t even ask: where the noodles came from?
She just asked me: to go make her some
I said: it’s not anymore
Then I handed her my full bowl and walked out to go to the store to steal some more
As I open the door
My social worker is standing there asking me: why am I not in school?
And I say: Monday morning in my house is a little bit different than yours