Security
For a year, my son and I were homeless and living in a broken down RV. We've been back in a house for the last year and a half now and it's the littlest things that remind me to be filled with gratitude.
security is a fridge full of food
plump grapes and crisp apples
remind me that I’ve come so far
the tub of dairy free yogurt for my son
tells me that, just for today,
things are okay
that we don’t need to worry about
having enough propane for the RV’s generator
or cry over $300 tickets for parking illegally at night
that I no longer need to grab my fabric bag
with ripped straps
and haul it to the nearest water fountain
to use my smallest water bottle to fill the empty gallons
that I don’t need to heat water in a kettle
to take a warm bath
and buy a pantry full of cans when I have money
stocking up for the days when I wouldn’t
the fresh cucumbers, celery hearts, and baby carrots
sitting in the vegetable drawer
sing to me to take it easy
in my temperature regulated, three story condo
with my queen size memory foam mattress topper
safely sitting behind the screen of my laptop
while my son goes to school in clean clothes
with a lunchbox bursting at the seams
no longer sharing a single bed that sits three feet from a toilet and sink
and a shower that doesn’t work
because the hot water heater broke long before I met it
so instead, our tub fills with trash bags of dirty clothes
waiting for me to find enough quarters on the ground
to make a trip to the laundromat worth the gas
I open the stainless-steel doors of the fridge now
and I stare at the abundance of edibles
knowing I have the time to think
the time to breathe
the time to just be
About the Creator
Lolly Vieira
Welcome to my page where I make sense of all the facets of myself through poetry and short stories.
I'm an artist of many mediums and strive to know and do better every day.
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