My Dream Job


Oh how I can imagine,


the sun beating on my back,


The breeze on my skin


and the ground at my feet.

Oh how I can imagine,

Being in Haiti once again.

The land of my birth.

The place where many go without.

Thus I can imagine,

becoming a nurse,

and helping others be healthy again.

Though this is my wish

and my work has only begun,

I know I shall go back to help those people

who toil so hard under the sun.




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