Is he safe?
I don’t know
He is safe enough
Where will he sleep tomorrow?
I don’t know
He will find a bed
Is he loved?
Beyond the structure or a word
He is loved in grunts
And gruntingly he will find his way across the London Underground
While his mother weeps
We are homeless my son and I
And we live many homes
Is he safe?
I hope so
And know so
And beyond all imagining
I wish I was with him
Now