A Mother’s Jar

A coin upon a coin Sweat upon a face Time upon time Time is running out Dollars upon dollars A story like no other Forever to be told, passed down from mother to mother Points of value taken, in the true making of a scholar Mommy, mommy My friends think you are lame You embarrass me at school Unlike the other parents, you aren’t the same All you do is bring me shame, like a cloud above me, filled with rain I don’t want to see you at my school...