The Tree of Hope
You walk through the mud. Clutching Willems hand.
You wonder why? Why do they come for us day and by night? What was it we did, to deserve such a fate?
Your tears fall to the ground, as the slight hope there might be a seed there. One to play on. One to enjoy life on. As the tears of the hunted fall to the ground, you wonder why they came.
You get some water, and cry by the well, the tears fall into it, perhaps poising it for months. And you curse yourself for your incompetence. But after sitting near the well you think, they are coming! What am I doing, sitting in the day, without the feeling of mother’s protection
Help me mother. Help