An ode to the mom dread­ing the storm

The Mercury - - OPINION -

I SUB­MIT this for in­clu­sion in the Letters to the Ed­i­tor page. This is my re­sponse to the re­cent storms in our coun­try.

“But Some Need To Hang Their Heads In Shame – A Son­net After Rain”

We saw her on our tele­vi­sion screen

Speak­ing a lan­guage most of us don’t know,

Talk­ing of hor­rors – all by us un­seen,

Hor­rors and suf­fer­ing we hope not to un­dergo.

She spoke of poverty – wors­ened by the rain;

Her eyes por­trayed an on-go­ing de­spair.

Con­fronted by her grief, and by her pain

Most of us looked up and breathed a prayer.

The fi­nal words she spoke must still re­main –

‘How can I send my kids to school’, she said

‘With­out clean uni­forms?’ She moaned in pain

From cracked shack door – in­side – no warmth, no bed.

This image res­onates – the ‘in’ buzz­word.

‘Please,’ is our prayer, ‘let her voice be heard.’

PAM PAUL Dur­ban

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