Mother is Upset

Mother is upset where in silence she stands praying
seventy two rand is suddenly missing
and she do not know where she has put the money
and she does not want to fight with young Sarah,
do not really know how to settle this
but she takes me by the hand and we walk
to the little village without me really comprehending.
She asks if perhaps Sarah had picked up the money
and suddenly the front door is slammed
before Mom gets her money with Sarah’s face shining from fat.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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