A Sad Moment in Time
While walking down a crowded
street, on a hot humid day in the
year of nineteen sixty five
in a place then called; Saigon.
Out of the corner of my eye
I noticed a small woman
dressed in black silk attire.
She was kneeling, holding
a very small baby and through
her desperate tears, she begged
for money. The baby's eyes
reflecting a silent death stare.
I asked my friend if he understood
what she was doing. He replied
that she was trying to get enough
money to bury her dead child.
A sad moment that forever will remain
indelibly in my mind from a far off...
war torn place and time.
Jackie R. kays
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