My Mother’s Name is Worry

In summer, my mother worries about water,
In winter, she worries about coal briquettes,
And all the year long, she worries about rice.

In daytime, my mother worries about living,
At night, she worries for children.
And all day long, she worries and worries.

Then my mother’s name is worry,
My father’s is drunken frenzy,
And mine is tears and signs.

Poem written by a 12 year old child in a slum area.