a grey- haired journey
we often stub our toes
rattle our mind for memories
caregiver regular in tow
treasures we seek
but little do we find
into a treasure filled mind
seasons change as you age
digging up treasure
Look into the mind of the elderly there are vast discoveries. Sometimes there is a thin veil covering the expanse. It is worth the effort.
the artist’s eye
no matter the season
merger of shapes
The prompt at Word of the day Challenge is Combine
I glance at a wax-like stare and wonder
I don’t know you but we are the same
you are bearing the same path of sorrow
the one you traverse is etched in pain
I cry knowing that we could have been spared
our world would depend on the magician’s hand
but then there would be no real horror
only what was written by one holding a pen
I’m sorry there is not more I can say
but scribe words of the world we live / lived
I wipe away old tears hoping
that you will outlive the terror as I did
If you were a butterfly would you be friends with a lion???
I didn’t think so.
Personally,I wouldn’t either. We know a lion who saved a butterfly while she was still in her chrysalis and she saw something about him that others didn’t.
Now this butterfly and (domesticated) lion go about the villages of Uganda teaching children.
If you listen closely, you might hear Judah roar. Don’t be afraid it is the only way a lion knows how to laugh.
Join us (Sean and Leslie) in 2019 as we write the story of the world where giraffes and orabi graze and children dance and sing in the village schools of Uganda.
Goodbye to a year that will be the past
Adieu to our failed successes that don’t last
we wave a friendly blushing Ciao
Sayonara , gone for now
Magnify the things you’ve done
some things lost others won
rocks pulled from the soil
bread rising never to spoil
all of 2018 now behind
flash of 2019 momentarily blind
last farewell to friends
sun sets too soon over Nile
loved children smile
Generous the soul that gives
what little he possess
in such a manner shed a light
gave life’s gift away
~Some stories are easier to tell in prose~
There was a boy neither old nor young he had two little sisters.
He wasn’t strong nor was he weak but always a protector.
There came a season barren, cold his family had but little
warmth they always had, the holidays were special .
I’d known this boy about a year
a leader one day it was clear.
His challenges were plenty
disability one of many
bad was the year and business worse
our family agreed these children had worth.
Mine gathered from under the tree
they’d learned kindness and generosity
we took these gifts that Christmas Eve
Six children danced with joy and glee
That little boy looked to my son
eyes full of glimmers and fun
what he loved most with to play
A big heart he gave this thing away.
I remember Leon at this season
knowing his struggles had a reason
And with Leon, we celebrate the greatest gift giver of all times…
” For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, The mighty God, The Everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.”
Wishing a Merry Christmas to Family and Friends near and far!!!!
rough current o’er my path
couldn’t pick a way
no choice but sink or swim
life pulled me down
boulders blocked my life
throw them at the sun
sharp like a knife
writing scribbled frowns
not really smooth
a way in front I see
what lies behind
rushes to the sea
walk in a village
water flowing free
writing with a goal
children read & dream
I know poetry is symbolic and cryptic and so many unexplainables. Poetry has been a way for me to move forward (and write) when my path seemed fouled. Use your words no matter how few to set your mind at ease. There is a waterfall of sentences just up ahead.
I held a Sudanese hand
it fit so small in mine
I caught a ragged smile
I wished I had more time
We sang a song of praise
they dance with all their might
their mamas and their papas
they lost them in war’s night
fortitude and strength
the littlest they stand
hope, faith, love
we grasp another’s hand
reach our hands to the sun
Peace on Earth
One of the villages we have worked in has built homes and adopted So. Sudanese orphans. Love is being poured into hearts and the children are doing so well. We would love to see peace in So. Sudan so that families are not displaced and children are not orphaned.
Poets United has a wonderful community and this midweek prompt is Peace on Earth
I just read a blog where a writer used reverse psychology to get her children to read. I’m up for whatever it takes to excite a child’s mind. Imagination is an amazing tool. Just ask any artist or writer.
The best gift for children this Christmas??? Books!!!!
Paddy the Panda is a story about a precocious panda bear and the lessons he learns about being okay with different and the importance of obeying the rules.
If you had known my son as a child, you would not be surprised that this is his life fictionalized.
If you are looking for stories that have a moral for your kiddo or your grandchild, Paddy the Panda Bear is a good choice. Christmas is just around the corner and Barnes and Noble is having a 20% off sale at the moment.
We also have a book coming out in 2019 that is about Uganda, the children and village life. The title is “Bethany and Me.” More information in the New Year. All of the profit will go to getting books into the village schools.
Above is a pre-k where we taught after the school was destroyed by a fire. These brave children helped us fight the fire. Classroom size is anywhere from 30 – 100 children with 1 exceptional teacher.