Ode to the Poor

Monse Bustamante, Writer, Creative Writing Class

She roamed the streets

Finding her way through the alleys

Her stomach growls

She holds a finger to her mouth, she tells it to shush


Her eyes find their way to a garbage can    

She moves her hands up and down

Trying to find even the smallest bits of food


A warm hand rested upon hers

She picks up her child wrapping him

In a blue blanket


Tears stroll down her face  

Another day another week another month