My Last Dollar

Living on a tight budget just trying to make ends meet,
I walked out of the grocery store with a little food for us to eat.
Loaded my car thinking about how hard things were,
Then I noticed a woman and child sitting on the street curb.
The five dollars I had in my pocket was all we had left,
There wasn't any extra for us let alone anyone else!
 I entered my car to head home and drove away,
Wondering how we're going to get by. Oh what a day!
The image of the woman and child just wouldn't leave my mind,
Knowing they had to be hungry and wishing someone would be kind.
I thought about that five dollars all wadded up in my pocket,
How that could help them to get at least a loaf of bread from the market.
 Driving through the last block, stopping at the traffic light,
It won't be long now and they'll be left hungry and cold in the night.
Their memory of them and that last five just kept haunting me,
With everything inside, I knew I had to go to them while outside I could see.
I sped through the traffic to get to them with my last dollar,
Then pulled up to find a mother with a son not even strong enough to holler.
I ran to the store with that five dollars and bought what I could,
For that mother and child I'd give everything I had, I would!
Returning to their location with some food in hand,
I walked over to the mother and sat the bag on the sand.
  Yes, it was my last dollar, but, I don't have any regrets,
God always supplies what we need, and calms our frets.

By Tori Smith September 28,2011