Refugee Mother And Child Poem by Chinua Achebe

Refugee Mother And Child

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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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
adheena ss 26 November 2020

a heart touching poem especially the lines of the poem

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Angel.B 22 November 2020

It was an amazing love of mother to her son.each line should included deeper love of mother.

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Dylan 03 November 2020

it was all right but the voice was annoying

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I have to write my english essay and i chose this poem is pretty good, respect

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James Smith 04 August 2019

I don't know why the black slaves are allowed to learn god's language, English. Someone chain these up! !

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UR MUM 10 August 2021

IF U IN NZ IM KEEN FOR SCRAPS CUNT

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James is a 21 July 2021

This is why incest is wrong. It results in kids like you

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Poor aoul 31 January 2021

@ James Smith...I could easily understand what is exploitation from your comment

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You better shut ur up before i chain your mom to a pool and I with my tree trunk. You weak .

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u James Smith 06 January 2020

Yo u better shut the up and never ever make these comments ever again.

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Chinua Achebe

Chinua Achebe

Igbo village of Ogidi
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