Children sharing hurts and lovingness.
Face of a watch.
Children who have no conception of time.
Children becoming blood sisters.
Children playing in a field next to the bone factory.
Children lacking fresh food.
Children working in factories.
Children growing up with war.
Children learning to have assumptions.
Our children—we beat our breasts for the world’s children.
Melva Sue Priddy
Hi folks! I’ve enjoyed this year with you, again. I will not have finished reading and responding to poems for another day or two due to obligations. Bear with me! Thanks!
The one to two word call and response is devastating.
Such intensity and a terrific addition to you month’s work.