“Not a morsel in”, said mother, from dawn to dusk.
Eat, I would rather, but never to disobey mother.
A few hours in, your stomach feels like an endless hole,
Craving to be filled from the bottom up.
An empty stomach – an empty soul?
No, but sure feels like it.
Gain, do we at all, by starving all day through the pain?
By the end, I’m hosting a dead soul.
The wafts of the fruits of my labour reach me soon,
The setting sun never seemed more glorious.
The life slowly returned,
The light shined in my eyes once again,
“Well Done”, said mother,
Which made it worth all the pain.