A mother walks through the heat of the desert
A child holds on tightly to the threads of her garment
she walks for hours
The child is barely keeping up
She must carry the child.
A Child in one arm
A bucket in the other
She walks on; she keeps on walking
In search for drinkable water,
Her journey lasts hours
Ten hours a day to be exact
She walks on and on
The lines of her dried soles
The cracks in her dried heels
They all tell a story of the hundred miles walked
She walked back and forth to fetch some water
Covered in dust and dirt
She makes the journey, daily
And her shower is the rain.
