Little hands reached out
and we grasped them
little mouths spoke
and we listened
little bellies were empty
and we filled them
big minds didn’t justify
they just did
big minds didn’t quantify
they just gave
big hearts reached out
enough love to go around
How do I explain to children like my cousin Zeek that people can’t care or help anymore?
I hope this Thanksgiving we can take stock of what we have and be Thankful and then look for someone to share our bounty with.
Happy Thanksgiving for each of you are special in this community we are part of.
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Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. In 2019, we have an exciting project. We are developing elementary curriculum for Ugandan children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children who want to learn. Along with the curriculum, we hope to develop simple fictions about Uganda for the children to read at school. Trust me books are in short supply. We will use our trusted story tellers: a butterfly and a lion to make the stories come alive. Stay tuned as Bethany and Me put pen to paper.
I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2012 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the (quiet) originator of the idea and co-producer of One Stop Poetry.
I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers.
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Nothing makes the heart happier than helping a little heart with the basic necessities…
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Yes I agree with your thoughts. I hope this Thanksgiving, generosity will prevail. 🙂
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May your thanksgiving be with those who you love and those who love you.
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