A little hand reaching out for mine,
the first feeling that comes to mind,
sadness then joy.
I am hoping the years in health class and religious studies
has prepared me for such strife,
and teaching and caring for such a fragile life.
As I say hello,
in hopes the child understands,
I continue to mentally prepare myself for the sickness and disease that covers this child's land.
I would gather the children,
and pull out some markers and crayons,
and as they color,
I would begin to tell them about a sacrifice of The One Holy Man.
I dream of this day,
in which I know I will see,
because of the support and prayers that my friends, my church and my family have given to me.