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. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing with an E. African team that is developing elementary curriculum for African children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children (on all continents) who want to learn.
I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community.
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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