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She divided the food equally,
Then took a bit from her share
And added it to her child’s.
He’s a growing boy. He needs more.
He gulped it down, asked for more.
She looked at the piece of bread,
Looked at her son. Gave it to him.
She would go hungry again today.
She lay down and closed her eyes.
Sleep would keep hunger away.
Three days without food
How much longer could she last?
She felt him pulling at her clothes
She wanted to tell him he’ll be fine.
But couldn’t.
Periwinkle gives, till she can give no more.
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Skhandamata, the Mother of Shand
Periwinkle, she’ll do anything for her child
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