A Mother's Voice

A I hold my child, so small, so light,

wrapped in cloth beneath the night.

The stars don’t care, the streets are cold,

and I am weary, growing old.

They call it homeless, but that’s not true

we are not less, we are like you.

Dreaming, hoping, hearts still strong,

just looking for a place to belong.

And then, a word, a shift, a dream

not just shelter, but something clean.

A place where life can grow and bloom,

not just a bed, not just a room.

Homefullness, it speaks so clear,

of warmth, of love, of being near.

A world where my child won’t fear the night,

but sleeps in peace beneath soft light.

Can you hear the want in this mothers voice?

xoxo

Team Homefullness