Jan '13 Mindful Writing ChallengeDay 6 of the Mindful Writing Challenge. My fifth Small Stone below. Please, enjoy


The hut is bare and the pots are dry

The fire in the hearth long gone cold

Clinging to her mother’s worn skirts

A little stomach rumbles incessantly in protest

Echoing the multitudes asleep in forced stupor

A mother’s love is tested

In the most horrible way

Who will buy my ‘priceless’ gem?

I must feed the Multitudes

Copyright © Celestine Nudanu


I appreciate your patience with me as I catch up on your blogs. Thanks a million! Shalom