Life
By Nina Roberto
“Mommy,
I’m hungry!!!”, cries the little
child,
Innocent
to all and everything around.
Those
words piercing through my heart,
Like
an arrow through a doe.
Helpless
I am,
In
doing nothing, I help him.
Ironic.
Puzzles
and games don’t help anymore.
Nothing
is going to change how he feels.
He
is still…crying.
This
temporary sense of fullness.
Artificial?
No—Just
temporary.
When
will he feel full?
Never.
How
cruel for a child to feel hungry!
Nothing
could be done, yet I am his
source.
His
foundation, His everything.
I
pray for strength…Always…
My
weakness is human,
But
I can’t give in.
His
life depends on it.
I
am his source…for life.