Cherries


Blackcurrant spangles
On my toast,
Cherries sit quietly
In my fridge.
How lucky am I?

How many people
In this world
Have cherries in their fridge?
How many have no fridge at all?

For me now,
This life is more than
A bowl of cherries.

This life of plenty,
This life of fun,
For us but not for them.
Freezing in Russia,
With no fire,
Standing in the mud
In India planting rice,
Toiling in sweat shops
In China,
Children without hope,
Dying of Aids in Africa.

For them,
Life is a terror,
Humiliation,
Struggling,
Struggling for bread,
For water,
While I savour
My cherries.





Poetry by Esti D-G The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2006-01-22 at 20:31

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Natalie
I like this one,
it makes you think about these small thigs that we are so used to having and take for granted..

Great :)
2006-01-27


Celtic boy
You make us aware of the differences. For us born on the right side of the divide, we take it all for granted. Your poem shows us just how lucky we really are.
2006-01-22


GB
Life is a box of chocolates ... or so someone said .... but anyway ... interesting read . Really appreciated after the third read ... but like any good drop of the good stuff ... it takes time . Well done .... Glen ( GB )
2006-01-22