She Touched Her Belly


Another child was taken away.
I talked to women covered in
filth, as rain mixed with tears,
and a face covered by a veil
only a shadow – of a woman.

This place women mourn for
there own – prostitution of their
daughter, and empty stomachs –
deformity, and disease. No way out.

A blaze thickens inside
a woman’s heart. Her heart is
invisible –  her soul imprisoned,
for fear saturated too many bodies.

Another fought, then  assaulted,
as in the light of dawn she is
motionless – as her eyes see a life
swept past; ash, beneath a rock.

It’s March – oh I shall weep as I
see those abandoned – abused –
left on a street. Women must speak.

April. – “I shall seek not to deliver,”
she spoke – touching her swollen belly,

sick, and dying. Oh why not leave?

May – brave souls on the edge,
arrive to help those crying tears
and too – doctors, torn apart by war.

June – I sit patiently and no one hears
the pain in her voice as she tells me,
“I buried my child today.”

Ashes fill the street – women weep.

  1. Avatar of Sissy Pantelis
    Sissy Pantelis says

    This is a beautiful and powerful poem. I think I become a fan of your poems, Nancy.
    Can’t wait for the next one. 🙂

  2. Avatar of Nancy Duci Denofio
    Nancy Duci Denofio says

    Thank you so much Sissy – often I take on the world, fill my mind with thoughts of others and their life – their feelings, and often around this world people suffer so. I appreciate your time, reading this poem. Thank you so much. Always, Nancy

  3. Avatar of Joyce White
    Joyce White says

    Nancy, your poems speak love; this subject speaks fear. How can the world turn out so dreadful even with a bounty available given to all. I worry the Isis has control of the oil now. I don’t want to put our guys in harms way but there must be a way to fight them.

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