Sunday, November 7, 2010


She wakes before the sun
baby tied to back.
dishes need to be washed
chickens let out
the courtyard swept.
Each day is a trial, like the last -
yet she excepts, and carries on.
laundry washed
market errands run
food prepared  in big pots over the smokey fire,
and her eyes remain dry.
The day passes by, with time spent not her own but her family's.
yet sometimes as she carries on
she breaks out in song
and taps into something far greater than herself.


  1. routin all around us - keeping the head in the air - the spirit is inspiring us all over the world- love your text - thanks for sharing