The little boy
All alone sitting in the train
Shivering not because of the cold
But the fear the fear for loneliness
I can’t see my mama
I want a hug
I want to lean on her lap
I’m feeling pain
My stomach
My head
My body
I fall down and unconsciously sleep
Little boy where is your mama ?
Little boy are you okay?
Heard the voices as an anchor in a cave
But could not speak
And my heart said
Mama told to wait in the train till she comes
and I wait and waited
As we approached the destination
His life was also ending
falling asleep and not able to wake up
I am sad my mama never came
And nobody came to pick my dead cold body
but happy for they gave me a home
that I am forever living in it.
In memory of: "The little boy" died in the train in 1855
Copyright © Marilyn Shila | Year Posted 2024
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