You my brothers
in the morning
you come to mind
I sit quietly
sifting through the rubble of lost days
hoping to catch a glimpse of you in my mind
Remember
did one of you actually
climb inside the dryer, or did one of you actually
fall out of the car coming up Sycamore Drive
“Each day, millions of children suffer from the scourges of poverty and economic crisis –
from hunger and homelessness, from epidemics and illiteracy, from degradation
of the environment. They suffer from the grave effects of the problems of external indebtedness
and also from the lack of sustainablegrowth in many developing countries, particularly the least
developed ones.”
– United Nations Children’s Fund
In the late 1980s, I visited the Mesa Grande Refugee camp for Salvadorans fleeing the civil war in their homeland.
There, I witnessed a people determined to survive years of conflict. I was drawn to the strength and resolve
of thousands.
