Sunday, November 28, 2010
This morning Louise at Recover Your Joy shared "Hey Mister," a very powerful poem about hunger. It prompted me to share this poem I wrote years ago. Tis not the season for children to go hungry.
No cans in the cabinet,
No books in the school.
No man in the house,
No job uptown.
No place at the table,
No way to get in.
When trust fades, only hope remains.
When hope dies, it leaves only a residue,
A gun-metal gray powder that
Burrows under your skin,
Explodes in your bloodstream,
And screams toward your brain,
(c) Joyce Wycoff, 2010
Posted by Joyce Wycoff at 8:34 AM
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Thank you for sharing this. I tweeted it. Excellent!ReplyDelete
Joyceann, this is amazing.
You made me cry.
Thanks my friend of deep heart for sharing this.