Analysis of Pockets

We're worn from worry-
Salvation Army serves us dinner,
we tried to get by, but we're thinner.
It's our family's first time here,
my parent's eyes are red from tears.
When the cost of living became
so high,
I heard my parents cry.

We're all filing in, quiet, as the
soup kitchen volunteers gently
smile,
we haven't smiled in a while.
There's many other children
here,
I wish there was more cheer.
I just saw two siblings of
another family,
put biscuits in their pockets-
hoping no one would see.
I understand that now,
I really do,
I just put biscuits in my
pockets too. ~