She lit a cigarette with good intentions
Took one slow deep breathe in
Holding onto the noxious relief for longer than reason
Finding single mother half time
Somewhere between 2 sons and a stack of bills

She put out her cigarette with exhaustion
Gripping onto any possibility of a helping hand
Her fingers a light house for the weary
She is disaster relief
Shelter for the homeless

She saved lives
While taking her own
With each smoldering breathe
Her lungs held in my chest
Smoke free for the first time