Dreams….

UNICEF/ HQ97-0097/Donna DeCesare

Born into poverty
Raised with abandon
In dust and dirt I found pleasures
In the trees and night skies I weaved my dreams
Dreams of being treasured and valued
Dream of living a normal life…
Of clean dresses and good schooling
Of sleep without the noise of crickets screeching
and dew drops pelting on my tin roof
That which is taken for granted I promised to treasure
Maybe in another life my heart whispers
But my mind wanders to fill my nights with dreams

 

 

 

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