Oh, displaced woman,
Your haunting eyes follow me
As I walk through your campe.
Am I another pair of eyes
Who has come to look,
To probe – and then just
Walk away like so many others?
Your eyes question me.
Did I bring milk
To feed your baby?
Do we have seed to plant
When the rains begin?
Will I stay and be part
Of your suffering?
I have no answers.
I only know that you have
Taken hold of my heart,
And I will do what I can.
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Hey guys!
Thanks for adding those pictures, it's so good to see what you've been up to! Keep updating; it's great to hear from you.
Miss you both,
Beth
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