October 7, 2008

Saving The Lives Of Malnourished Children

I waited yesterday.

I waited for someone to bring me something to eat.

I look to the sky, too weak to sit or move.

An insect crawls between my toes and across

the bottom of my foot.

It bites me.

I am too weak to push it away.

I am waiting for someone to bring me something to eat.



My mother went to look for food.

I can't remember how long she has been gone.

Will she return?

Who will help me?

I am waiting for someone to bring me something to eat.



I am still watching the sky.

They say God lives there.

But does God live here?

I am waiting for someone to bring me something to eat.



My eyes are tired and dry, but tears may still come.

I want to move, but I can't.

I want to eat.

I want to drink.

How long has my mother been gone?

Does God live on Earth?

I am hungry.

I am waiting for someone to bring me something to eat.

(c) 2008 D. Evans

2 comments:

Al Fischer said...

I can't tell you how much this poem touched me. Describing how someone is dealing with tragity so that other's can be made aware is truly a gift.
Thank you.

deborah evans said...

Thank you for your comment.

As I wrote this, I remembered pictures I have seen of starving children. Often, they were facing the sky and cradled in someone's arms. I wondered what would happen if their caregiver went away to look for food, clean water, or firewood.