Each line on her face tells a story,
many are sad and untold,
born in a shack on a hillside,
in winter the dirt floor was cold.
As a child, she grew up poor,
she barely had enough to eat,
she only had one pair of shoes,
they were too big for her feet.
Her life never got any better,
at sixteen she became a wife,
still in a shack on a hillside,
there is no hope in her life.
Married for ten hard years,
he died in the mine one day,
she already had two children,
another baby was on the way.
She named her baby girl hope,
the baby was born dead,
she doesn't have time to grieve,
her children must be fed.
She sees hunger in their eyes,
it breaks her heart in two
she hears hunger in their cries,
what is a mother to do.
She wants to sit and hold them,
and tell them it's alright,
she looking for the strength,
to make it through another night.
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Written July 8th, 2004
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Thank you for the nice comment Michael. I always appreciate what you write. This was a poem I wrote about a week after I started writing poetry. Take care, Sandy
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Terrific
Reminds me of many old stories of the early coal mine era. You must have heard a few yourself. Terrific work depicting that age. Keep up the great work Sandy. In the first line of the sixth stanza, shouldn't it be "She sees hunger in their eyes". Probably just a typo. BTW, thank you for your kind words and the applause on my piece "Heroes and Villains". I appreciate them both very much. Take care and God Bless.
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excellent
really well done and flows like a sad dream
i read yours since i just looked at all and ours had similar titles . . well done . . powerful photo hey . . -
So sad, yet beautifully written! Good luck in the contest and thanks for such a beautifully written piece!
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This is so sad, i feel terrible knowing that every day we throw things away that others are so desberate to have. This is a great poema dn it flows well with the use of rhyme. keep on writing the great stuff. Saz.
P.S. thanks for commenting on my poem 'He's leaving again' and I'll try and look after myself. -
Wow, Sandra! That's pretty visual for me to read. Well don on this one about the picture, although I saw something different. I guess we all do huh? !
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