Day 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 MultitudesCopyright © Celestine Nudanu 6/1/13
I appreciate your patience with me as I catch up on your blogs. Thanks a million! Shalom
Susan L Daniels said:
oh, so painfully true.
Many thanks, Susan 🙂
you paint a stark picture. well done
Thanks, Stacy 🙂
Hmmm… Powerful stuff here. Thanks for sharing
You are very welcome. 🙂
Another beautiful post…. By the way, I just signed up (for my blogger blog) and have questions about this. I will send you an email so I don’t end up with long winded questions… TY! 🙂
Thanks, Elizabeth and looking forward to the mail 🙂
Alice Keys MD said:
You poem goes right to the heart of things without having to trot out the statistics on hunger, both here and around the world. I wanted to feed that baby myself. Poets are the light of truth in the world. Thanks for holding up your candle.
Thanks for this. Alice
Ow Alicia. Your words mean so much to me. Thank you for the support. 🙂
Alice Keys MD said:
You have a strong voice. I’ll be out here reading you. Keep writing. Alice
I hear the echoes in her pain.
Who can ever ignore the pain of a mother? Thanks Marie, as always
Narelle T. said:
“A little stomach rumbles incessantly in protest”
“Echoing the multitudes asleep in forced stupor”
strong images and feeling
in your work. nice
Thank you so much, Narelle T. 🙂
Narelle T. said:
Thank you 🙂
Lucid Gypsy said:
At first I thought she was going into prostitution to feed her family, but is she going to sell her child?
Yes, Gilly. To feed the other kids. A deeply sad and unfortunate reality
Oh dear… so touching…!!!
Thanks, Njs. 🙂
Jemmy Farmer said:
Thought-provoking and a poignant reminder of those around the world who are in need – should we dare forget
No, we dare not forget, Jemmy. Thanks a million for your support. 🙂
Very real images and very beautifully written. A stark reminder to us all that the world has its multitudes who still suffer from hunger, while many others have eaten too much over the holidays and now need to diet, and those who pick through food on their plate, or throw out what is not wanted, and we are able to select and buy in a store what our own stomachs crave.
Oh Joyce that is a woderful and spot-on analysis of my words. 🙂 Glad that you stopped by.
So am I. I always enjoy reading your poems and posts.
a beautiful awareness post thank you C ((xxx))
You are welcome, Len 🙂
What a painful beautiful story. Just as God so loves us that he gave his own begotton son. Five creatives tears to you.
Thank you so much, KIm, from the bottom of my heart. I love the Biblical allusion. That was the whole idea. 🙂
I like adding those to my poems too. Spreading the word in easy to swallow words.
Yes, you are so right. 🙂
I was only going to like this one (time has become my enemy I fear) but Celestine it is so very good that I felt the need to comment. Your writing is becoming quite compelling. Such a pleasure to read your words my friend!
Thanks a million, Penny. 🙂
Always a pleasure with your writing and you! 🙂
Sharmishtha Basu said:
very very touching poem celestine, so many mothers suffer from this plight every day.
Indeed, yes, Trisha and it can be so heartbreaking to see children crying for lack of food. Thank you 🙂