irenio irenaeus bero

Thoughts From A Picture

Her eyes look forward to the future
She believes in hope like the blood flowing in her veins
She carries on her head a heavy bucket of water
On her back her little born starving son cries for attention
She walks long distances barefoot on a hot and sunny day
The cracks on her feet cry for a little rest
Her dry and burnt lips speak in one voice and shout freedom

She shouts freedom from the uncertainty of a normal lifestyle
She isn’t going home to her husband
For he is prison for stealing in the big cities
She is the object of laughter in her own community
She acts double role to keep her family going

Through thick and thin she keeps going extra miles
She plants her vegetable garden and waits
For heavenly showers to water it and for god to make it grow
She prays day and night for things to be alright
She goes to sleep on an empty grumbling stomach
So she can feed her three children and see the happy smile on their faces

A tear drops on her dusty
Cheek as she tries to go to bed hungry
She refuses to trade her holy body
Just so she can have a decent meal on the table
She measures her sorrows with a scale
Heavier than its weight

Just as the east wishes to peek
On the west and maybe
Create a little chemistry
To feel belong somewhere and be accepted
So is her desire for a little intimacy
She fights the yearning however deep

She is indeed a lesson to society
Much more than diamonds and gold
She is a treasure of endurance

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 8, 2010

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  • Prince Obed de la CruzPrince Obed de la Cruz (10/27/2009 6:23:00 AM)

    very grateful to be the first to comment here!

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