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The young mother and her son
Trudged on painfully
Pushing as hard as they could
That cold, icy January Sunday,
Trying to keep up the momentum
Along the streets and highway
Until they arrived at their house
And could finally stop.
They had done it - with no help
From the people driving by,
Some of whom had pointed and laughed.
No neighbours had left their warm houses
This bitter day, to help when it was needed.
No.
This woman and her young son
Had pushed their '89 Dodge Aries
All that distance by themselves -
Backs wrecked, wrists damaged, feet slipping,
Clouds of breath huffing -
And not one person had offered to help.
Not one.
