Trucks and dinosaurs scatter the floor,
Echoes of laughter I desperately adore
With pockets turned inside out, I stand
Wondering how to provide, how to expand
Grocery bills climb like Jack's magic bean,
Shoes outgrown before they're even seen
His eyes bright with needs I long to fulfill,
Each month a juggle, each paycheck a skill
Patches on jeans, hand-me-down shirts,
Trying to hide the financial hurts
One more snack, one more toy he might desire
While I count pennies near the dwindling fire
But love doesn't cost a thing, I remind myself tight
His smile worth more than any monetary might
These boy-sized dreams in my worn-out arms,
Richer than money, safer than harm
Resourceful and strong, a mother's true art
Stretching each dollar with my loving heart
Though struggles are real and the path seems so narrow,
My son is my treasure, my hope, my sparrow