For My Sister in the Sahel

Merril
Stick lady
with stick baby
too weary to cry...
shriveled breasts
and bones
will not comfort your little one now.
And if there were dreams
they have dried in the sun
and your love is an aching knot
that feels very much
like hunger.

Published by Merril

I grew up in California, spent the past 36 years in Massachusetts--the short version, anyway. Have four grown children and live in the woods with a bunch of animals and a great guy.  View profile

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