It’s happening again. I’ve been here before.

He’s so relaxed not bothered with it all.

How can I explain? How can my dependant understand, a youthful mind for such complex dilemmas?

I’ve let everyone down, especially my joy.

Where will we go, how will we survive? Questions with no answers run through my ambiguous mind.

Bills, receipts, money is so tight. I fed my brood tonight, another night I go hungry, it’s worth it to feed them.

Every dawning day, the light hits my blind, carry on the usual humdrum, get ready go back to work.

It’s not enough, it’ll be too late. Coming home through busy London street, feels so cold, looks so dark, a winter night will be a home for us.

He’s not concerned, watching his footie and drinking his beer. I work, cook, clean and get ready again.

No escape, it’s happening again.

My childhood repeats, he’s just like my dad, I am my mum.

Now my children are me, homeless again.