Little Hand


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.


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