I have no more strength than a brittle leaf just fallen off the tree.

I will crack under the pressure you put on me.

A snap of a twig, dry from old age.

She takes on another drop in wage.

Strong enough to raise her boy alone.

She refuses to ask her mother for help on the phone.

She will never feel at home until her boy has a bed in a separate room. 

She refuses to give in, as she sweeps with a broom.

A maid

She has made

A home for her son

Where there is no sweet lemonade

For anyone to drink.

Food stamps can not be wasted on that.