In the scotching heat
She walks slowly
As if it to remind herself to keep moving
The sun penetrating the light worn out material she’s wearing
Sweat streaming down her face and back
She can hardly remember the last time she had a decent bath
It probably has been months ago
Looking down at her feet
Never knowing the comfort of shoes
Hard and cracked
Toenails long and brittle
Her hair looks like a jungle
Wild and unruly
Walking for miles to get to the river
To fetch water for the family
She slowly walks down the rocky path
Minding each step she takes
She stares at her image in the water
Her hair wild
Her face burnt
Looking at her gray dress
The only item of clothing she owns
Her big glittering smile
Proudly thinking how responsible she is
Fetching water for her family
She walks slowly
As if it to remind herself to keep moving
The sun penetrating the light worn out material she’s wearing
Sweat streaming down her face and back
She can hardly remember the last time she had a decent bath
It probably has been months ago
Looking down at her feet
Never knowing the comfort of shoes
Hard and cracked
Toenails long and brittle
Her hair looks like a jungle
Wild and unruly
Walking for miles to get to the river
To fetch water for the family
She slowly walks down the rocky path
Minding each step she takes
She stares at her image in the water
Her hair wild
Her face burnt
Looking at her gray dress
The only item of clothing she owns
Her big glittering smile
Proudly thinking how responsible she is
Fetching water for her family
Very sad fact is told through this poem. I know our parents used to fetch water from far off. This shows the importance of having water nearer, and another sad fact of child neglect. I hope the authorities are working hard to combat water shortage and child abuse.
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