{"id":193,"date":"2016-05-19T19:32:14","date_gmt":"2016-05-19T19:32:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sylviaarthur.com\/poemswithpictures.com\/?p=193"},"modified":"2016-06-01T20:47:17","modified_gmt":"2016-06-01T20:47:17","slug":"hearts-need-a-home","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/?p=193","title":{"rendered":"Hearts Need a Home"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Poem<\/strong><\/p>\n

The theme of homeless people has returned once again. I think Sue was remembering the poor people she met while she was on the road playing in bar bands. Many just lived day to day scraping together a few dollars, stuck in a life of poverty. The same people she would later try to help in her job as a social worker.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

The Picture<\/strong><\/p>\n

This is a new addition to the cardboard \u201cSuite Street\u201d paintings. Charlie and Rose, who are pictured in this painting are imagined people, but they embody the many I\u2019ve met living in the shabby old hotels where Sue and the band played, struggling to get by.<\/p>\n

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Hearts Need a Home<\/strong><\/p>\n

How many hotels I wonder,<\/p>\n

Are housing to some poor, lonely soul<\/p>\n

Whose heart never had a home?<\/p>\n

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Charlie was at the Oxford<\/p>\n

Al in Yellowknife,<\/p>\n

Margaret and Rose too<\/p>\n

But not at the Inn.<\/p>\n

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I never tried to count<\/p>\n

Until just now<\/p>\n

Now that my heart has a home<\/p>\n

And a fire<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

All this warmth<\/p>\n

And all those lonely people<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

We all need someone to care for us<\/p>\n

And yet I wonder,<\/p>\n

Does anyone care for them now?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I wonder if Charlie and Margaret and Rose<\/p>\n

Ever found a real home<\/p>\n

Other than the hotel,<\/p>\n

I wonder if their hearts still beat.<\/p>\n

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Poem by: Susan Michaud<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\"Charlie<\/a><\/p>\n

Picture by: Sylvia Arthur<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a9 Sylvia Arthur<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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