Sick her kid was
Turning uneasily on bed
Acute stomach pain hurting
Young thing needed medicine
Impoverished she was completely
Nowhere to seek help
Grim was her condition
Angry at cruel society
Life now at threat
Implored the only doctor
Very kind he was
Emergency treatment he started
~*~*~*~
Written for Acrostic Only
Prompt: Staying Alive
Also for Leo's Z to A Challenge for the month of November.
S for Staying Alive
I like it,
ReplyDeletecreative s take.
very touching...nice one Amity
ReplyDeleteits lovely amity...simple yet i can imagine the pain of the mother for her little one...
ReplyDeleteAmity,
ReplyDeleteyou chose a light prompt like that to write on a hard hitting subject!
Placed much thought into the writing I see..Good job!
Great compassion seen here in both you and the kind doctor!! I can see the humane quality of understanding the suffering of others in you and wanting to do something about it. Great work Amity!!
ReplyDeleteThank you Nanka, seldom do we see doctors like him whose willing to treat the poor like the one in my poem...
ReplyDeletebeautiful dear...:)..congrats...
ReplyDeleteThanks dear:-) Where have you been all those months?
ReplyDeleteYes, Amanda, that's true! :-)
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