With the pearl like sand touching the feet,
The cool briny water mixed with the breeze,
And sounds of the playing children, so sweet,
The zombie like lady walked towards the sea.
Didn't she hear her children scream?
Didn't she know, that she chose defeat?
May be everything was obsolete,
May be something in her was incomplete.
Suddenly she pulled out a sheet,
She dipped it in the roaring seas,
Carrying it back towards the streets,
Wiping the dust off her daughter's feet.
She stretched out her hands directly to me,
I passed her as if I did not see,
From a few steps away, I turned back to see,
The little girl smile, knowing I gave her nothing to eat.
Walking back I gave her my penny,
That's all I had, I wish I could do many,
With a grateful smile, she accepted my penny,
With a shameful heart, I walked away with pity.
-Debra R. N. Ludwick-
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