A Sight Poem by Alvin Magsino

A Sight



Kitchen dust
Child craving for his mother’s blood
In a long day hard work in the field
Of agony and distress

Everyday
She cooks for him a handful of thoughts
That someday
They’ll be dining a feast
Of his favorite left-over spaghetti
And a molded bread

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