Hunger Poem by cheryl davis miller

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.