Lost Poem

A mother that hears the cry of her baby does not turn deaf ears to show indifference. A woman prepared for a culinary task, by all means, gathers the condiments required. A barricadoed road, however restrictive, suffices not to keep an incubating hen off her eggs. A nocturnal darkness does not stand to disorientate a hand to miss its way to the mouth. Scavenging any available heaps in sight reflects the missing of a valuable.