She never sat down for supper that night
'I've eaten, ' she told a white lie.
A glass of ice water just before bed
a few nights a week to get by.
He kept right on working, on his lunch break
Bill offered to share he declined.
'No I'm not hungry, ' he lied with a wink
for pity he wasn't inclined.
Little pinched faces I watch in the store
while following Mommy or Dad.
Childlike joy is wiped out by hunger
their countenance terribly sad.
See in their eyes the starry-eyed wonder
one would think it was Christmas Day.
'Lord, just buying food to take to the house
should not thrill a child this way.'
You ask 'Tell me what is it, I can do'?
I'm glad that you've asked me today.
Please give to your local Food Pantry's needs
and also remember to pray.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
heavenly good.. ;) .. such any kind of living. were not all equal in our own land..