Times of hardship
I see a street woman bottle feeding her baby
To her or the baby the pavement did not matter.
Suddenly the milk turned black in colour
Although the milk tasted the same
Confusion runs through the little ones brains
A loud cry echoed from the side of the pavement
The sound of cry was drowned by this mothers thoughtful whisper "baby my little one please don't cry for I'm sure you are not colour blind".
Understand as well as it is hard to find milk these days even of any colour or kind.
Madonna Arendtsz
Wadiya Writer's Group
29.09.2021
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