I can’t believe how fast time is flying. In just about a week, I will be on an airplane to Malawi. In many ways the adventure ha already begun, just not the travel part. I have written a number of pieces about my perceptions but have been too busy to post them. Here is a short poem that I have been working on. It is about Mary’s Meals a marvelous organization that brings meals to schools to feed the children and give them a reason to go to school.
Mary’s Meals
simple like mothers
she brings them to my school
because I have a dream
where I remember
what I don’t yet know
like the Mango Fruit
that my favorite tree offeres
and why.
Mary’s Meals
remind me of the times
when I looked in my mothers eyes
and saw the sun rise
on a new way
the light washing her hair
the color of a memory
that I am from somewhere
I could never imagine
but now I can know.
The Gift Of Voice 