The WIC office

She sat so close I could smell the beer
But the bottle was not to be found
And I watched her wipe away her tears
While we waited for the rining sound.
We waited in line for an hour or so
And I watched her pace back and forth
And a small child yanked on her coat
And quietly pleaded to go
But she ignore the busseling tot
And hurried on with her day
Filed the paperwork that she had got
And yanking her baby girl went along on her way
And I watched as she threw that little girl into the car
No seatbelt to hold her in
And they drove off burning marks into the paving tar
And I thought, My God what a sin
That little girl was going to become her mom
If she was able to survive that long
But instead of stopping the problematic scence
I stepped up and took her place in line