For sale: baby shoes, never worn

"For sale: baby shoes, never worn"..she read the sign with such despair. She walked the streets with a hole in her heart that needed mending, but the holes in her face were there forever as a reminder. It was all her fault. She remembered the night it happened. The night was cold and frigid. Living in an old abandoned building with absolutely no insulation. The children only in diapers because no money was left for clothes. She took another hit. She thought the flashing lights were just the effect of her new found crutch. No. The children scared and half alive. Men in uniform rushed through the broken openings. They tackled her to the ground and cuffed her hands behind her back. The children hid in a pile of rubbage. The police spotted them and wrapped them up in their big arms. That is the last she would ever see of her children. When she read that sign it reminded her that she was a horrible mother. She focused to much on her addiction and feeling numb, that her children were literally numb because she didn't have the money to buy shoes or clothes for that matter.