sun tries to break through fog
city sounds fog can’t disguise
gold in her eyes
Orange sun is setting
too few memories
I look in her garden
even bugs will do
so little remains
my little rose is gone
even tree stumps decayed
hidden in waxy green
I find her smiling face
Camillia pink blush
I want to inhale
one remnant of us
To Mothers everywhere who plant seeds in the hearts of children.
Happy Mothers Day
one blue cup each
flows easily through her hands
dry river beds
laughter’s pure reflection
sing song they learn A B Cs
so young to be old
internal Acholi’s strength
Nile clouds my vision
If I share a handful of their giggles, would you share a handful of precious water?
This week’s Word Press photo challenge is Reflections
and Reflections at Weekly Tanka Prompt
I have dotted my eyes
and crossed my teas
some of the animals
made me sneeze
what I hold now
happily in my hand
is a one way ticket
to a distant land
of Uganda I write
and hope to serve
the people Acholi
our love so deserve
As I close this A to Z challenge, I am finishing up the process and preparing to go to the land of the Acholi in Northern Uganda. This week we meet with people who will hopefully give us homes for the South Sudanese children.
Blogging is a great way to journal so here’s the beginning of a new journey to work with African children.
We appreciate your dear prayers.
I can’t count your stripes
or see through the trees
white and black patterns
are camouflage it seems
There were no zebras on safari in Uganda. The ranger told us the herds in that part of the country had contracted disease but fortunately the zebras in other regions are alive and well. Funny thing I cant find a bit about the missing zebras in the news or any google search. Someone is behind the times or lines…
Cant believe that this marks the very end of the A to Z challenge.
A boy with a yellow shirt
whizzes by pushing a tire
before he can stop it
children eye the toy
waiting for their turn
I have a year old picture
children sit on the porch
sorrow pulls them down
fathers are dead, mothers sick or in prison
the boy with the yellow shirt
I thank God for healing love
Thanks to the A to Z challenge for letting me share a chronicle of a trip, the Acholi people and loved orphans,
Can I paint a picture for you where four roads meet and a story is told?
A young man closes his eyes and I hear a six-year-old huff and puff as his feet dash from tree to tree.
“Please soldiers don’t look up from your noon day sleep.”
He and his family run back to their hut to get some of their belongings.
“There it is the book that my teacher gave me to read.”
A dusty road forks and a long line of refugees trudge southward.
“No one wants you” people wave their hands to ward them off.
makeshift wooden buildings are put up in the south
“Stay here. No one cares.”
Some at the end of the war don’t return the journey is too painful
Others have lived on the edge of the war zone – waiting
The dust on the road finally clears
one family then two return to a village of ashes
“I look at myself playing dangerous games as a child. I could have been shot.”
Everyone has lost loved ones.
The land welcome the Acholi home.
The young man is expecting a child soon.
He points down the road.
“There is a tree where we have prayed. We are almost there.”
I see pride rise like the sun in his face.
“This is our church. ” He points at two sprawling trees.
“God hears us rain or shine.”
We give children water and cookies under the prayer tree.
I see a piece of the fourth road as we drive away.
It isn’t clear what it will hold.
It is filled with hopes.
Acholi tribes to prosper
Orphans healthy and safe
Rain falls on fertile soil
I hope to be there to see the dust settle.
These amazing people the Acholi have known so much loss, terror, hardship and yet it is in their rightful ancestral land where refugees are being welcome to rebuild their lives. Uganda is the third largest country in the world to offer refuge to the war-torn people of our world.
Thanks to the A to Z challenge for allowing me to share about these people the Acholi and Uganda.
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