Sunday, 14 October 2012

A Little More Love

It was her pained expression that drew me to her
The knots that tied up her happiness
Her eyes, unable to trust, darted warily
Her stomach, as if on mortal fear, rested like a slab
A slab of broken, forgotten pavement of a haunted house
Her fingers, trembling, had no certainty
Her being was in turmoil, her essence was in flames

Distrusting, she let her eyes sear me
As if by the baleful look I would retreat
But I didn’t
Every part of me was apprehended
By the weight of this woman’s sorrow
Whatever she carried, I guessed,
No soul could barely lift
If she wanted me to go back, I couldn’t tell,
But I stood there, our eyes communicating
Me, a timid pilgrim,
Her, an equally timid pilgrim,
Somehow I believed that there was a middle ground

“I roam the streets,” she tells me,
“I know pain, I know bitterness, I know what cold is”.
I don’t know what to say, so I remain quiet.
She tells me her children eat from the garbage
One was knocked down by a speeding van, a year ago.
She was raped by her father, infected with AIDS,
Chased from her village, forced to fend for herself
“This street is my home,” she says flatly.
Then she just ignored me and suckled her month-old baby
I thought to myself, “Despite the dirt, her baby gets the love”
As I rummaged through my pockets to help her
She still maintained that pained expression and the distrusting eyes
And as my palm rubbed upon hers, a part of me died
Perhaps all this woman needed was a little more love.


Sherry Blue Sky said...

Yes, all she needed was a little more love. How horribly sad. I love that you saw "despite the dirt, her baby gets the love". You have a huge heart, Salem. Thank you for helping this suffering pilgrim, and with such respect.

The Unknowngnome said...

This goes well with "The Letter That Refused to Write Itself". That part of you that died is that inexpressible feeling of "what can I do?", that is your heart giving "a little more love".

Your example will not go unnoticed.

echoesofthehills said...

Thank you so much Koko and TUG. I am sorry for the delayed response.

As always, :)

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