top of page

SMALL CHANGE

​

When hunger becomes

a way of life

it needs to be shared.

​

He always waited

begging

for her to come

never once asking

for

small change.

​

She always gave fruit

sometimes milk or bread

when

she bought her daily needs.

 

Her giving hands were rough

she smiled gently

but

it was in her eyes

he knew she too

had once been

​

small change.

bottom of page