We
are all excited about my big brother, Don, (aka Misye Komik)
and his team coming late April. One of his first time team
members, Cavelle Simms, wrote a poem and gave me 16 years ago
(1997) after I had been living here for two years.
I am thrilled that after all this time I will actually be able
to share my life, my Haitian family, and my work with Cavelle
who has been behind me for so many years. Coming for the
first time, too, is her daughter, Sarah and her husband,
Stephen. There will be other first timers coming as well and
some who have been here before and wanted to return. You will
hear about all of them, and from them, when they are with us.
I
mention Cavelle because I am going to use this blog to share
her poem with you.
The
Other
Side
If
I could place just for one day
Any
child of mine
Somewhere
to teach them gratitude
The
place is not hard to find
I’d
ask my dear friend, Karen
To
take one on her knee
With
another from the orphanage
Just
so they could see
I’d
get her to point out to them
All
is not there to take
Or
even get to make the choice
Ice
cream or chocolate cake
There’d
be no house, but a mere hut
No
shoes upon their feet
No
worry about your buddies
Thinking
your Nikes are neat
No
worry that your classmate
Has
brand name fancy wear
Or
has an earring in her nose
Or
three in just one ear
No
worry that your computer
Will
soon be obsolete
For
because it’s one year old today
Another
has it beat
No
worry that your corn pops
Won’t
last ‘til grocery day
Or
when you ask for ten dollars
Will
five just come your way?
No
worry, worry, worry
About
all this crazy stuff
But
to wake up in the morning
Just
might be enough
To
bring polluted water
For
your family
And
hope there’s food to go around
Praying,
“Dear God, let there be.”
Then
take the little food there is
And
cook it really long
And
then you wonder as you eat
Are
the bugs really gone?
When
the day has tired your body
And
you now must face the night
No
fan to cool you down, my son
No
books read by beaming light
No
“Tender Treasures” to tuck in
No
clear water by your bed
No
fluffy, pretty pillow
To
lay your pretty head
I’d
pray that when I brought them back
Eyes
and hearts open wide
And
realize that when life’s coin was tossed
It
could be them “on the other side”
Jesus said, "Let the little children come unto me".
Sixteen years ago it was, as it still is now,
ALL ABOUT THE CHILDREN
Thank you for making it possible
for HATS to continue to minister to the children in this
valley area.
God bless each and every one of you.
Karen and the children