Merienda
I'd like to tell you about a friend
Who goes about selling snacks
She walks alone from Monday to weekend
From the subdivision gate and back.
This friend is a hardworking Mother
On whom a lazy husband depends on
We're of the same age but she is quite stronger
Has a tray on her head and a bag she drags on.
She comes in the afternoon just around three
And I called her the nickame 'Merienda'
It's the Spanish word for snacks specially
Covers the sweets, rice cakes, and the pasta.
Merienda has all of my utmost respect
For she does an honest way of earning
She works in the only way she can expect
To live life with dignity, instead of begging.
If people in the world like her are multiplied
I am sure none will be treading Poverty's line
One can work simply and be thus satisfied
There's no time to blame, complain, or whine.
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'Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life,
to mind your own business and to work with your hands
so that you will not be dependent on anybody
and you will win the respect of those who do not believe.'
1 Thessalonians 4: 11- 12
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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