Poem about Family

Three siblings stick together in the face of overwhelming odds. They have no home but for each other's hearts.

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© Ashley C. Gaghins

February 2006

My Life Is A Living Hell

My Life

My life is a living hell,
But you could never tell.

My family is like a growing vine,
And everyone thinks we're doing fine.

We are all so poor,
The driver side was our front door.

Both Mom and Dad are in jail,
But we 3 are making it,
But feeling like hell.

We're living in a run down apartment,
Hiding from the DHS department.

We're all sticking together in loving mode,
And in each other's hearts is our home.

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