Poem by Forestine Bynum

From the Balcony by Forestine Bynum, Laurel
 
Overlooking my balcony, I often saw
A gathering of women and children
Mothers with babies tucked tightly in their arms
They were quiet, rather orderly
Not causing a disturbance, walkers passed by politely
Busying themselves as not to see, scurry to
Catch the bus or get to their cars
 
I saw women taking turns scavenging
Through a dumpster nearby
I hadn’t notice before, for food
The only sound heard was a tiny cry asking
Mommy, when will we get food
And a voice saying, Feed My People, Feed My People
And a mother’s soft voice replying
Tomorrow, tomorrow my child, I hope
To mor row, to mor row
 
By Forestine C. Bynum

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Forestine Bynum is the author of Echoes: Voices from P.G. County Poets. More info here.

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