The children in a corner <br />Sitting in despair. <br />Their mother in the bedroom <br />Moaning with no care. <br /> <br />The children in the next room <br />Hungry and cold. <br />While their mother in the bedroom <br />Only a stranger she cares to hold. <br /> <br />The children in the floor <br />Afraid to make a sound. <br />Nibbling at some crackers <br />That earlier they had found <br /> <br />The children hug one another <br />As they wait for her to be done. <br />Not a tv nor a stereo <br />No way to have some fun. <br /> <br />The children cold and dirty <br />For they have not showered in days. <br />Their mother in the bedroom <br />next to the stranger now she lays. <br /> <br />The children cold and hungry <br />And still no one seems to care. <br />Their mother still in the bedroom <br />But as if she was never there. <br /> <br />As the mother comes out the bedroom <br />The oldest starts to speak <br />Before he finishes his sentence <br />The mother strikes him at the cheek. <br /> <br />Day turns into night. <br />The children wait for their mother. <br />She has left yet again… <br />And has came home with another<br /><br />Arely Corral<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-children-2/
