#WritcoPoemPrompt25
She toils through the day,
Without a word or a nay,
She earns her daily bread,
Not a tear does she shed.

Her feet full of blisters,
Working to feed her sisters,
Their hands are too small,
They just began to crawl.

She can show no fear,
The men she musn't let near,
Its a harsh world out there,
She must be careful and aware.

Day seems to go on forever,
What a difficult endeavour,
As her head hits her pillow,
Tears flow like a weeping willow.

She can't allow herself to break,
That would be her biggest mistake,
She made her dying mother a promise,
She must fulfil with completeness.

Her responsibilities she must fulfil,
Though too young, to be skilful,
Save herself she must,
So that, to her sisters she is just.










© Maja Malhotra