No Madonna and Child could touch
that picture of a mother's tenderness
for a son she soon would have to forget.
The air was heavy with odours
of diarrhoea of unwashed children
with washed-out ribs and dried-up
bottoms struggling in laboured
steps behind blown empty bellies. Most
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mothers there had long ceased
to care but not this one; she held
a ghost smile between her teeth
and in her eyes the ghost of a mother's
pride as she combed the rust-coloured
hair left on his skull and then -
singing in her eyes - began carefully
to part it… In another life this
would have been a little daily
act of no consequence before his
breakfast and school; now she
did it like putting flowers
on a tiny grave.
It was an amazing love of mother to her son.each line should included deeper love of mother.
I have to write my english essay and i chose this poem is pretty good, respect
I don't know why the black slaves are allowed to learn god's language, English. Someone chain these up! !
@ James Smith...I could easily understand what is exploitation from your comment
You better shut ur up before i chain your mom to a pool and I with my tree trunk. You weak .
Yo u better shut the up and never ever make these comments ever again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a heart touching poem especially the lines of the poem