India II by Sierra Shae Gibbs

India II

Deep in the swarm of people
I stand, hand in hand, with my mother
My backpack is full of knick-knacks

A little boy taps my shoulder
On his back rests a legless brother
They look at me with pleading lips

I tug on my mother’s sleeve
And ask if she has any money
I had spent all of mine on knick-knacks

She gives me a few rupee bills and coins
And I hand them to the kid with no legs
Both boys smile, and then their stomachs growl


By Sierra Shae Gibbs copyright 2009