It seems these days I can only write poems to convey my thoughts….
These children grab my hand
They treat me as a sister; as a friend.
Any chance they get they’ll yell hi
It’s a simple word
And yet just as powerful as goodbye
they’re in awe we live in this village
Walking through the streets I feel their stare
When they grab my hand and kiss my cheek I feel their care.
The eagerness they share is rare
and I’ve never experienced anything quite like it
But deep down I know the root
And the root is neglect.
They suffer from hunger and most of all love
Anything to get a hoot
If that’s what it will take for us to pay attention.
Little do they know, that’s all I do.
I’m completely aware of it all
I’d give anything to make them feel tall
To rise from their circumstance
To have a full belly, at last
I will take the chance
But my efforts are in vain
I pray God can deliver them
Protect them from the pain.
