I feel like
the beauty of this land and the resilience of these people should be able to
inspire, in me, a poem. I should be able to carefully arrange beautiful words
that paint even more beautiful pictures. I should write about the mountains and
the flowers. Or maybe about the dust and our now permanently dirty feet. If
nothing else, an ode to the children. An ode to their laughter and their games.
An ode to their fearless and unwavering love for me. For us. For us whose
government has spent years repressing theirs. For us who enjoy countless
privileges at their expense. But that’s not our fault or our decision. We don’t
have control. So we laugh with those children and tell them yes, we love you
too. Yes, we’ll miss you too. Yes, we won’t forget you either.
But I will
forget the sounds of their laughter. I will forget the rhymes they taught me
and the games we played and the joy I felt.
Because I
always forget.
And there
are no words that could capture these moments. There are no words that could
help me remember.
I just hope
the joy was profound enough to have changed my heart forever.
Poem to the Sky
The sky is very beautiful and pretty
Where we see the stars and the moon
Where our ancestors live
And where our grandparents live
And where our greatest Father lives.
The sky is blue
And in it, the airplanes fly
The sky is very large
Where there are clouds that want to rain
The sky is like a crystal
And it is the place where we dream many things that become our realities.
We hope that our grandparents are in the sky in paradise.
Written by these beautiful children:
The sky is very beautiful and pretty
Where we see the stars and the moon
Where our ancestors live
And where our grandparents live
And where our greatest Father lives.
The sky is blue
And in it, the airplanes fly
The sky is very large
Where there are clouds that want to rain
The sky is like a crystal
And it is the place where we dream many things that become our realities.
We hope that our grandparents are in the sky in paradise.
Written by these beautiful children:
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