Her Purpose

 

 

She walked down the ally

Pushing her cart

When she heard a sound

That stopped her heart

 

 

It wasn't very loud

Was barely a squeak

But she knew what it was

And it sounded so weak

 

 

Her fingers so cold

As she dug through the rubble

The soft cry she heard

Told her it was in trouble

 

 

She dug through the trash

As she looked all about

She found the small bundle

And began to unwrap

 

 

She looked at the baby

Turning blue from the cold

It was so tiny and small

Just a few hours old

 

 

She opened her old coat

And tucked him inside

A tear on her cheek

As the small baby cried

 

 

As the years went quickly by

They held one to the other

He became a son

And to him she was Mother

 

 

With not much more than love

To offer the little fellow

She raised another child

Left to die in the ghetto

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Banished]

I loved reading this.
It flowed perfectly and rhymed nicely.

It is sad to think that this stuff can really happen. But i loved how your poem showed that people do have a heart like the mother who rescued the baby. I also liked your last line. It really emphasizes the immense danger the baby was left in.

great write =]

-Banished

[Sheila Kline]

Your write is expressive with such compassion and beauty of the human spirit as these two souls came together to give love to the others...and, the ending is just superb. A truly wonderful story/poem! I love it!!
Hopefully, more will reach out to save those who are struggling to maintain life!

[bre]

this is a very nice write. it flows great! the story that your poem is telling is a very sad story but i'm happy that it doesnt end that way. this woman is an amazing woman and she serves a very great purpose in life.

peace of bre

[karmic]

Wow this was great; I was not expecting such an ending. This poem really makes you think of all the people dying out there and some of them didn't even have a chance. Great job