Going To the River
Smiling up the long, dirt road
smiling down her heavy load
up and down she goes her day
basket balanced splinters pain
quickening her pace
to the river
Torch of island burns, she goes
flesh is charred to brittle bones
murky river flows through town
cupped in hands, to lips then down
to the infant nursing
near the river
sing lullabies to children's ears
her babe cries feebly with no tears
she wipes away her splintered fear
she wipes away her smile dear
but keeps it safe to walk again
a basket balanced on her head
hastening her need
at the river
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2020
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