A Single Orphan #atozchallenge #Africa #Uganda

There had been too many to count

blue eyes, brown skin

little hands big feet

from Ukraine to Uganda

silent cry the same

“Ma Ma”

Some left in a field

others on a bin

most left with nothing

and overly thin

a few were adopted

many stung by the cold

they started out young

too soon they were old

“no solution” they say

the world is too small

children too many

no parents at all

but what about  hearts

of you and of me

provide for these futures

giving more free

a day down the road

there will only be one

one single orphan

and him not alone

Though there is no simple solution to helping the growing population of children without parents I do know there are two responses. One is a willingness to have a little less that others can have something and the other is to open one’s heart to the misery and the heartache of this world and make a small difference. Easy? No! Possible? Yes!!!

The children we are working with are each a treasure. There are those who have fast legs, others have beautiful voices and others could draw exceptionally if someone would give them a pencil, drawing pad and some encouragement. Most important are hands filled with love and laps with plenty of room for children.

There is a large  group of orphans (refugees) that we are hoping to (help) build a center for in Northern Gulu. The opportunities range from supplying  funds for bedding, shoes and clothing to coming and giving a week or two of your time in numerous areas. Interested??

my email is vesseyglobal@gmail.com

 

In Life’s Mirror #poetry #uganda #photography

In the mirror of a water bucket I see:

A blur of color

children with bright hearts

flames cannot douse courage

little girls pump, pump, pump

feet steadily move up the hill

“more water”

little heads bear yellow water jugs

school books brown edged

blue chairs too hot to touch

 ashen are next day’s reflections

 parents anxious to know education’s fate

stories told, songs we sang, things we made

in the mirror of my heart

 stout hearts of orphans

 smiles contagious

 over flow of son’s rays of love

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Fire rages fierce

days merge breeze takes them away

color filled smiles

 

Today’s prompt at Poet’s United is “Mirror.” 

Giving Thanks #thanksgiving

red-fall

With open hands tho little here

I offer thanks this time of year

tho seasons change and winds grow cold

 there’s warmth in smiles of young and old

kindled kindness shared with all

warmly given every fall

gifts of heart like waters flow

from these pools love can grow

foul the water where anger prevails

no tears can quench harsh travails

come look up on bended knee

bountiful is God’s beauty

Today in the United States we celebrate Thanksgiving. It may to some be represented in the food eaten but in our hearts it is for the freedoms we enjoy.

 

 

Beneath the Past #poetry

sf houses golden gate

I touched a place

I hadn’t wandered in a year

my ten-year old me

painful memories so near

I meandered through a wood

it had been too long

I lay beneath the breeze

heard familiar old songs

I looked for a friend

gone too long ago

she reached out her hand

and took me in tow

I visited old people

they fit like a glove

“thanks” a small word

when they shower you with love

I touched a place

I hadn’t wandered many a year

I stood in old shoes

scar’s lessons – need not fear

shoes

 

Poets United Midweek Motif is prompting us to write about Recovery. There are so many forms of recovery. We can recover from physical ailments, addictions, or pain inflicted by others. What does recovery mean to you?