Fragile Child Poem by Angels Ink

Her big brown eyes stared back at me
There was sadness in her weak smile
Her feet were cracked and blistered
From carrying baskets for many miles

She placed her baskets down
That weighed heavy in her arms
Her weak and fragile body
Showed signs of being starved

There was no mention of suffering
From this fragile child
There were no complaints or crying
She just needed to rest a while

No drops of water to quench her thirst
Or a crumb for her to eat
Until her baskets were all sold
And her chores were all complete

How wasted is this little life
That toils into the night
Never knowing what comfort is
Struggling all of her life!