Arely Corral - The Children

The children in a corner
Sitting in despair.
Their mother in the bedroom
Moaning with no care.

The children in the next room
Hungry and cold.
While their mother in the bedroom
Only a stranger she cares to hold.

The children in the floor
Afraid to make a sound.
Nibbling at some crackers
That earlier they had found

The children hug one another
As they wait for her to be done.
Not a tv nor a stereo
No way to have some fun.

The children cold and dirty
For they have not showered in days.
Their mother in the bedroom
next to the stranger now she lays.

The children cold and hungry
And still no one seems to care.
Their mother still in the bedroom
But as if she was never there.

As the mother comes out the bedroom
The oldest starts to speak
Before he finishes his sentence
The mother strikes him at the cheek.

Day turns into night.
The children wait for their mother.
She has left yet again…
And has came home with another

Arely Corral

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