Look, Pt. 1

A mother
Reaching out with a tiny mouth

"I can't just watch the boy die"

All alone, and both of us crying
The sand gets wet

Two little salty piles
Mother and child alone

Bright eyes
Opened up by mighty hands

The well was always there

"Fill the skin and give the boy a drink"

Let the sand get wet

There is always plenty of water
Mother and child alone