Every Time I Cry #poetry #Uganda

 

I dot my eyes

 tears continue to fall

 smiles and sounds start to dim

their imprint lays on my heart

the beat of love calls within

 tho it hurts to say “goodbye”

 tomorrow’s hope is in my hand

I wiggle its fingers

I dot my eyes

  warmed by the setting  Ugandan sun

 

 

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And I can… #poetry #art #love #uganda

 

you ask me what I do

so many hats sit in a corner

I point…

some are dusty

others can no longer be worn

I’m tired…

paper leaves scatter

rose petals crumble with age

misunderstood…

children I have loved

stories I have told

one heart…

no value a head shakes

pennies fall from my pocket

hope hangs …

trial and error

at times I want to give up

but one word…

inspires me to try

ignited and refreshed

by LOVE!!!

 

 

I dedicate this to my dear friends / family in No. Uganda. Your love is not based on aquisition of things, a degree, a profession. It is given freely. That is the kind of love that God has for each of us.

 

The Lion and the Butterfly #poem

unlikely friends

need presses the issue

small sacrifice

generous rescuer

colourful child

king of all he sees

love conquers convention

our stories make children smile

 

What do a Ugandan cho and a la foufou have in common? They have found friendship in the Savanna when a lion rescues a helpless cocoon and gains a beautiful and loyal friend. The zoos and parks seem very responsible with their wildlife. This lioness will hopefully return to the wild when she is mature.baby elephant

motherless child

lake doesn’t claim this baby

large appetite

 

Poets United prompt today is Animals in recognition of World Animal Day

The Story of a Village #photography #poetry

There were children

that we didn’t hear

there were mamas

burdens to bear

there was water

miles carried away

there was sunshine

 too busy everyday

                                                                                   child at water pump

a well where people praise

water on their heads

children stop to play

we call her Pawell

laughter heard today

sonshine spills from hearts

 

 

Layers of Uganda #photography #haiku #Uganda

 

storm clouds march forward

savanna goes on forever

layered her pain

 

The layers of Uganda – A woman is sorrowful at the loss of her newborn child but she does not cry, fierce storms give little notice, and the horizon seems endless.

 

The WordPress Photo challenge this week is Layered

 

Wee Faith #children #sundaydevotion #Uganda

Under the mango we sing

95 little voices in praise

love the same in any language

standing tall like a tree

crouching small like a bug

marching around Jericho

searching for a lost lamb

faith in a lion’s den

protection in a furnace

God has a great plan

Jesus is there in a small village

 children worship under a mango tree