A few weeks ago Alan, a resident in our new apartment building, shared this poem with me that he had written and told me that I could share this poem because he wanted to help raise awareness around the issues of poverty. This poem reinforces to be the fact that people don't grow up dreaming about being homeless- they dream the same dreams that we do; travelling the world, falling in love, starting a business, going to school or having a family.
Sleepy Angel
By Alan
I watched her quietly sleep with a slight smile on her face.
Maybe she was dreaming about when her mother threw her a birthday party when she was just six.
Or when she dreamed about being married to a Prince when she was a little girl.
Away she laid quietly sleeping on a cold winter night on a sidewalk downtown Edmonton.
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