Rummaging through your life
for what the children would eat
from the break of dawn to dusk
juggling with the little at hand
feeding the spilling household
your hands,blistered with labour
tilling the unyielding piece of land
from the start of rains to drought
you gleans the grains of hardship
to feed the barred of tolerance
when do you rest mama?
©mohamednur
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