The Lonely Child - A poem of Loneliness, Lost Mother and the Death

A lonely child

Waiting for her mother to come back from the work,

Never knew: she was already lost in the dark,

Waiting for hours, waiting for days,

Never got tired, expecting to hear mother’s voice.



A lonely child

Chased a butterfly that may be going to meet her mother

Never knew: she has passed away forever.

The child was told to count the stars, count the waves

When it ends mother will come to meet, with a new dress.

The child was sincere in counting, as time passed the number was mounting



But never could it finish counting them all,

There were too much, it always was wired

But the lonely child never got tired.

The lonely child asked its friends how they counted the starts to meet their mother;

It was desperate to know the number of star.



The lonely child

Started to count the waves of the river,

As soon as it was ended it would meet its mother,

There were too much to count,

The lonely child fall apart, never its mother was found.



The lonely child

One day decided to go deeper in the wave

It didn’t know how to swim, but it followed what it was told in dream.



The lonely child

Didn’t care going deeper and deeper

Suddenly it saw its mother image in the water

By that time under its feet there was no land left

It felt pressure in the lungs, it couldn’t breathe.


The lonely child met its mother at death.


Yet another lonely child counting the stars in the earth

It hasn’t met its mother since its birth.