Another Day
In the heat of the day,
Wiping her brow
As three whiny children
Grab at her shorts,
A slim, young mother
Passes the church,
Tired and edgy
From sticky fingers,
Unaware that within
A funeral is occurring
For another young woman
With three little ones
Who will never again show impatience
With whining and dirty, sticky fingers.
Copyright © Charlotte Zuzak | Year Posted 2005
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