Refugee Mother and Child

Posted by webmaster on 6/7/2005 8:08:53 PM |

Written by: webmaster


No Madonna and Child could touch
that picture of a mother's tenderness
for a son she soon will have to forget.


The air was heavy with odors
of diarrhea of unwashed children
with washed-out ribs and dried-up
bottoms struggling in labored
steps behind blown empty bellies.


Most mothers there had long ceased
to care but not this one; she held
a ghost smile between her teeth
and in her eyes the ghost of a mother's
pride as she combed the rust-colored
hair left on his skull and then -
singing in her eyes - began carefully
to part it... In another life
this would have been a little daily
act of no consequence before his
breakfast and school; now she
did it like putting flowers
on a tiny grave.





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