“Girl, what are you looking for,

Dressed in rags and torn shoes?”

Her eyes turn downward.

Her face sings the blues.

 

Her arms feel heavy 

Carrying the world on her back.

Her eyes shift side-ways

To stave off an attack.

 

“I can see that your legs are

Trembling with fatigue.

You are about to fall.

Take a moment to breathe.”

 

People tell her: ” Be strong.

You can make it alone.”

One of these days,

She will be full-grown.

 

These well-meaning words

Mean nothing to her,

Because year after year,

She’s had to endure

 

The pain of a life-time

Filled with sorrow and grief.

She’s tired and exhausted

And she needs some relief.

 

A touch of a hand and a 

Smile on a face

Can often work wonders,

Along with God’s grace.

 

Connection is needed

From the day of one’s  birth.

When given with kindness,

It increases self worth.

Yu/stan/kema