Dark circles ring her eyes
red from lack of sleep and tears
she does not allow to fall
on her child on his sick bed.
How much weight he has lost
he only feeds through the tubes
going into him through the holes
the needles bore on his skin.
Her hand caresses his bony cheeks
her soul whispers an earnest prayer –
her child’s suffering be hers.
On her lips is a smile, even a laugh
with the other mothers in the ward
for very sick children who hear
their mothers’ cheerful voices
but do not see
their mothers’ bleeding hearts.
Claudia of DVERSE Pub challenges the community to write about a poem that conveys emotion without naming the emotion. Having cared for children sick with common children’s cold and fever a couple of weeks ago and remembering feeling quite distraught about it, I thought of a mother and her very ill child. Years ago, I had the privilege of accompanying some goodhearted friends in their regular hospital visit. There, I witnessed some extraordinary mothers who bravely faced and suffered the sufferings of their very ill children. I hope I made a picture of them without making them look too mushy or maudlin.
Thank you for coming by. Do visit Claudia and DVERSE for some great poetry.