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C. Albert Andrews


LIFE IN THE VILLAGE


LIFE IN THE VILLAGE

Mud huts lined the narrow brick road
On both side, each looking like the other.
Little walkway between each shack
And kitchen gardens just behind.

Clothes lines hanging over garden beds
With hand made clothes, multi-colored sheets
Made from bits and pieces of left over fabric
And bath towel made from regular fabric.

A little playground, with children
Jumping, singing and playing.
Living simple lives
Happy faces in this poor village.

Mothers’ working at different chores.
Cooking on out door fire-side
Sweeping around huts,
Caring for their younger children
And talking with neighbors.

In the evenings, fathers rode home.
On old big bens, grocery bags
Hanging on both sides of their handles.
Greeted by dogs first,
Wagging their tails in excitement
To devour the left over food
From their owners’ container.

As night falls, children washed their feet
Turned into their huts, sat in circles,
Mothers served dinner in small bowls,
Dads tell stories while they eat.

At bed time, children huddled in same room,
On mattress made from coconut fiber
The mothers read from Bible
Or what was left of it.
Night, night mommy
Their last words before their slumber.


CARL ALBERT ANDREWS

Submitted: Friday, November 15, 2013

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