Every Day She Hopes

Every day she hopes

Every day she waits

Every night she sleeps

Her heart so heavy

Hoping that tomorrow, will be a better day

7’Oclock, a jembe and the child on her back

It is only a short distance

20KM …….It is not that far

With her swelled feet she walks

For her to find a savior

1’Oclock the baby cries

It needs food she cannot get

Her sagging breast is all

And a rumbling stomach is the pay

6’Oclock, the night is fast approaching

A jembe, the baby and herself is all

There is no dawn to look forward to

The beauty and the glory of the sun is marred

Such is life, such is her life

The future is like a dark night without the moon.

Comments

Hertha David from Windhoek, Namibia on August 03, 2020:

This poem is legit accurate. Some women live this kind of life. Its sad. Poverty trully is not a joke.