She is weary
She was up all morning
She has lost all strength
She looks weak
On her back is a playful little child
She is holding a girl in her arms.
One hand withered another clasped to The hand of her child
She walks on dragging her child with her
She looks for hope
Marching on looking for where to rest her head
She is a mother
As a mother she has to keep her young ones
She walks through the busy road
Dejected lonely tuning away from fear
Attacked by hunger and poverty
She never let's go of the ones she carry
She holds life
Life is hope
But there is no hope as she Searches for some
She will continue to walk on the journey of life
She continues to hope on
Many pass her unseen
Some just stare
But she will go on
Holding her little ones
And looking for rest
Looking for protection against the forces of the dark world
Look what the world has done
To the little travelers along life's road
To the hopeless mother
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Impulsions
Poetrysometimes I wanna sing, sometimes I wanna cry, maybe I'll write, or just start sighing, there are a million thoughts running through my head Welcome to my impulsions. ----------------------------------------------------- My first book of poems...
