Crumbs of Comfort
Crumbs of comfort
Spread real thin
Across a thick slice
Of imagined
Unleavened bread
Will have to do
At least for now
Me ma said
Before she shooed
Us all out the door
Another failed harvest
Was to blame
Three in a row
Made worse
Since father’s boat
Was lost at sea
Or at the very least
As yet not back
And ma she wept
Those dry silent tears
She never cussed tho
But shook her head
And wiped her cool
Calloused palms
Down the front
Of her pristine pinny
When less is even more
Than nowt
And bellies ache
And strangely swell
Regardless of these
So called crumbs of comfort
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Neville (
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So often given to poverty's children are crumbs of parental comfort - your tale tells well the conditions of need still existing in many parts of our troubled globe Nev. .......... thanks for this poignant reminder.
bless ya Fay.. and many thanks for checking in again, tis always appreciated.... N
A fine write N. I only got crumbs left. Fido ate his dog food, then raided me pantry!
Indeed - and some Bible words say that if we see anyone in need and CAN help, but don't do so, what use is that?!
Thank you O.... that would be no use at all, would it.... N
Erm, well, it says, if we can help, but don't, our faith is dead as a dodo. Well, it don't actually say 'dodo' but...... I will shut up now - ya get the gist of it! Yet St Paul is reasonable. He does not expect us to give what we haven't got.
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A sad but enjoyed tale.
thank you Michael ... N
Very emotive write, really has an impact
thank you... and then some...
ee-bah-gum lad. Thou reminds me of yon Hovis advert here. Always runnin oot a bread me mam was.
Ye shall have a fishy on a little dishy, when the boat comes in... dance to yer daddy 'wor little laddie.
You are definately in those veins today with this great evocative story. A real treat to read.
thank you again DA...
More than half the world population still lives hand to mouth, if the harvest does come in, or the boat is still out or any of the human made disasters, the struggling go hungry.
You have captured their plight well with your words here.
Thank you Suresh..... N
Food for thought (no pun intended). We often forget the plight of others.
Growing up in a neighborhood in a poorer section of town, neighbors always seemed to know who was struggling, and a dinner invite would be proposed and generally accepted. There was no shame attached, and reciprocation was expected., just neighborly "crumbs." A great and moving poem. A Mother's tender care during trying times. Loved it. - Phil A.
thank you ever so much Phil A.. much appreciated sir... Neville
Touching Neville very touching
Well written
thank you my dear friend... many thanks indeed.. Neville
Unfortunately this is still true today and if it weren't for the crumbs of comfort given by Mums to their children it could be a whole lot worse.
Good write Neville.
thank you GF60....
Captured well his place we dwell, said to say it have feel like....
Never doubt your poetic prowess PD.... it was swell to have ya visit these words & true....... Neville
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