Butterfly Fever #covid19 #children

Bethany has been sick with butterfly fever. No one knows how to take care of this. She does not want me to get it though I don’t think a lion can get a butterfly sickness. She is in a butterfly tree -all alone.
At first I was afraid and reminded of how lonely I was without my family. But then I heard a kind voice in the breeze.

“Judah be strong and of good courage do not fear nor be afraid of these things.”
“But how can strength and courage help when my best friend is very sick?”
“The Lord God goes with you (and with your friend). He will not leave you alone. He will not forsake her.”
“So right now God you are taking care of Bethany for me?
“Yes, Judah it is in my promise.”
“I guess courage can sometimes mean we trust God not ourselves. This butterfly sickness has me worried, but you God are stronger than any sickness!!!”

We have friends right now in many countries. The US, Uganda, other parts of Africa, the Middle East.
Some of our friends (like Bethany) are sick and cant get to the doctor. We pray for them and the God who heals and preserves those who are weak that He will be there as He promises.

Other friends can’t get food even when there is supposed to be food given to them (even in the distant villages.)

And there are those who know of the needs who have hope and a little extra  food who are going to these remote areas.

Judah’s verse is found in Deuteronomy 31:6: “Be strong and of good courage, do not fear nor be afraid of them; for the Lord your God, He is the One who goes with you. He will not leave you nor forsake you.”

Searching #poetry #art #elderlyissues #atozchallenge

 

 

Boys Wading

 

so easy when we’re small

no words need be expressed

I’m wading in the mud

and now I am depressed

I lost my very thought

went through my fingertips

a momentary drop

there’s so much I have missed

 

Searching when we are young seems part of the mystery of learning.

The discovery is part of the looking.

As we age it seems we search more and the lengthy discovery crescendos in frustration

So how do we as caregivers dial frustration down?

Don’t find the word that was lost look for it with your family member.

If it’s an object secretly bring it closely to them so they can “find it”

“Oh there they are” reflects a lighter tone than “I have lost my mind with my glasses.”

My response: “I”m so glad you found them. It would have taken me the rest of the day.” I smile understanding the art of losing things.

This photo of this beautiful work by artist Winslow Homer reminds me why we do it. We do it together ….

 

Photo:  Winslow Homer “Boys Wading” 1873 Smithsonian

What do you do when you lose something???

 

 

 

 

 

Children Are Not Immune #covid19

Please don’t open schools. Our children are victims of Covid 19 Too!!!

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Detroit 5 year old – child of first responders is a victim.

Please don’t let up on your vigilance to prevent the spread.

 

https://www.wyff4.com/article/daughter-of-detroit-first-responders-dies-after-being-diagnosed-with-coronavirus-1587459983/32219153

Not Under a Tree #gifts #children #Christmas

Please enjoy this montage of poetry over the next several days. These true vignettes represent what I believe the true spirit of Christmas to b:

Generous the soul that gives

what little he possess

in such a manner shed a light

a heart the greatest gift

***

 

There was a boy not old nor young

of two sisters he was glad

He wasn’t strong nor was he weak

protective heart he had

There came a season barren, cold

his family had but little

warmth  abundant at the hearth

holidays always special

I’d known this boy a little time

a leader in the making

challenges were plenty big

cleft palate, one of many

bad was the year for all

our work was in the past

my children knew Christmas joy

in friendships that would last

gathered underneath our tree

bundled what we had

took shiny gifts and things

Merry, joyful, glad

love came too

that Christmas Eve

Six children

danced with glee

That little boy looked to my son

“like you someday I’ll be”

into his hand he placed his trust

“it’s Christmas time you’ll see”

what we learned that Christmas year

is hard to put to words

smiles tell a thousand things

with stars they sing the verse

 

Joyfuljoyfulwe adore thee, God of glory, Lord of love; Hearts unfold like flowers before thee, Opening to the sun above.

 

Inspired #children #education #africa #ourcall

We  put our heads together to determine the best colours for the Sun.

“It’s hot you will burn up.” He teases as he drops the hot red ball.

“Now this circle is blue and cool to touch.” He holds the ball over his head. “There’s alot of water around Africa.”

“Is it floating?”

“Certainly not.” He moves on with his explanation. “And then this grey circle is the moon. We only have one but some planets have so many.”

“How old did you say you were?”

“I’m 8 on the earth, but I’m 34 on Mercury.” There it is again that teasing smile that says I know stuff.

We have completed our prototype. As he spins the moon around the earth he tells me, “the moon completes one orbit in just under 28 days.”

“Okay, how long does it take the earth to go around the sun?”

“Hmm…”

I mouth – 3 hundred

“300 days”

I hold up 6 fingers

“306 days”

“Close. How long is one year?”

“I know. It’s 365 days.”

“Yes.” I also know that he is teaching me how to make these science lessons come alive.

So now my friend Micah has the facts as he orbits around our classroom/ workroom.

“You sure you aren’t really 34?”

He laughs and runs off with legs that didn’t work several months ago.

“Did I mention you hands are going to be famous!!!” I call out from the porch.

“Yes, I know.” He calls over his shoulder.

*****

I can’t smile enough at the joy that radiates as children learn and thrive in East Africa.

 

10 Years on WordPress #blogging #Thankyou

 

Its a wild ride

this blogging thing

with just a pen

hopefully a brain

we hope and pray

for some success

with all these words

it’s just a mess

I wish you well

as you begin

tales and fantasies

for children spin

 

*****

 

 

Moondustwriter celebrates 10 years of  blogging on Word Press. This poem celebrates the years and the people I have met in the Blogsphere.

As this posts, I will be in Africa doing what I love – teaching the children I write for. 10 years ago this was only a dream now this is an amazing reality.

Thank you Word Press for giving artists, writers, poets a place for venting, a place to fly…

To those of you who have encouraged me to not give up (you know who you are) I’m sending a bouquet of Thank Yous!!!

Zebra #poetry #children #school

You look so shy

you are one of a kind

you wear black and white

my kids wear strips

you run and play

and so do they

kids give us smiles

no matter the size

 

Children are planning to return to school and some are finishing up their lessons for a break. Parents are all too proud of these lives that make ours so full of joy!!!

I drew a zebra for a friend the other day (not this one by my talented parent). Those zebra stripes take all sorts of zigs and zags but they still join up some where in the middle – amazing how that works.

 

 

 

Intent #eyes #children #poetry

You may watch what we do

I know your intent too well

who watches the innocent

wants a child to fall?

Too long the history

 foul your jaded past

you ogle a prize

an ogre at best

I’ll continue my path

butterflies and ribbons

we play and we love

our celebration is living

 

I am sickened that there are people in our world who use others for their gain. Children are the most vulnerable and deserve to be protected against such evil.

Thank you to those who reach out to a hurting world and care…

 

Dragon’s Eye © moondustdesigns 2013

Kelly Smile #Uganda #loss #children

 

I saw your smile yesterday

broad was your Kelly smile

reminded me of memories

long as a Gulu mile

small fingers intertwined in mine

dark ash upon your cheek

fought fire with the older boys

bravest child Id ever meet

I saw your smile yesterday

broad was your Kelly smile

reminded me of memories

long as a Gulu mile

bands all sizes on the floor

we’d make them for our wrists

love you knotted one for me

in colorful sweeps and twists

I saw your smile yesterday

broad was your Kelly smile

three short years of memories

but long as a Gulu mile

in such a little caravan

your body we conveyed

grandmother held you in her arms

wept o’er her precious babe

I saw your smile yesterday

broad was your Kelly smile

reminded of our memories

long as a Gulu mile

as your teacher I then shared

the picture in my heart

a tightly woven little place

it never will depart

I saw your smile yesterday

broad was your Kelly smile

knot of precious memories

they’re long as a Gulu mile

 

 

Doing… And Loving It #amwriting #science #art #children #photography #Uganda

My pen drips fresh ink

formulas for miles

words in proper sync

imagine children’s smiles

I dip the point

drawings lighten the load

sheep “baa” pigs “oink”

new merges with old

words pour upon pad

ideas in a storm

can’t hold what I have

I run out of proper form

my pen drips ink

too fast to catch

*************

 ideas in my head

 drawings pour like waterfalls.

catch …

 

(and I have a haibun of sorts.)