Somali Mother

A crying mother was screaming and hugging lightweight skeleton of her child. Pressed it against her bare chest, hot tears were laving the desert dust. Wailing and finger pointing to the sky, cursing the power that it took the second son. Her hungry belly has sought a piece of bread, until the moment when her son ran out of hope, and gave him crumble to survive another hour. Sick child, in her arms, heavy breath leaves the body. African mother, hugged thin black arms, kissed, and suffered the loss. She remembered the days when she allowed it to develop a small fruit in the warm womb. That was the time when she caressed her stomach happily hoping likely to provide all the love and happiness when little fellow decides to come out of the womb and join her in the lap. She was caressing his emaciated cheeks, and sang a song of consolation. Bulging knees, weak and shaky caressed with her left palm, and resting her head sadly dozing on the rotting, wooden pole. Around her, she saw other women like her, mourn their losses. Famished and thirsty people, under a small shade, licked the smallest drop of water, as the sun was burning dark skins. Some have tried to shorten the severe troubles by sleeping. Bulging, bloodshot eyes have lost their function, and slowly smooth eyelids were shuting forever. Hunger that is settled, and as a storm in a whirl related helpless bodies. People's fear of eating soul and patiently waited for them to issue a body in disease. It is still believed that for her children, there is hope, take care of the last remnants of energy to sustain and support them. Only tragedy she's drawing a lot of power and it felt as if every moment of surrender soul with knees on the ground. Inconsolable trembled but made peace with the loss, and referring of hers descendants that are still live. She called her children, his brothers and sisters to pronounce his last prayer and greeting. Small, skinny kids pulling their legs, saving will. Sad faces, showered by salty tears, prayed for peace brother. One girl hugged her mother around the neck, comforting tapped her on the curly hair. Desperately troubled female soul is dangled in the desert sun, with dead child in the lap. She was painfuly cried out for help, and prophesying that will be more buried kiddies if they dont get a bit of charity. Starving kids promised her endurance, by hugging her. Round, pretty eyes were hoping that the miracle would drive away the hunger and jollify African soil with a play around the fire.

Katarina Vesin