A Poem by Elaenor Aisling

I wrote this during a mission trip to Haiti my senior year of highschool. We were focusing on visiting different orphanages to give the kids some much needed emotional attention.


There are no words

only tears

Cry my beloved country

though you are not mine


You clutch my heart

the same way your children

cling to my hands

As if I were a last hope


God do not let me be a last hope

but the first in a line of hopes

that carry them as  gently

as their mothers

would have.


© 2012 Elaenor Aisling

Author's Note

Elaenor Aisling
If you would like to know more about my Haiti expirience, I will be posting my journal I kept there on my Writer's cafe blog.

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touching deep...to reflect so, tells of the heart that tells... I salute your compassion

Posted 6 Years Ago

I was just clicking through and I saw this(I'm haitian) I like the last stanza very much and I truly pray for the same. Nice write.

Posted 6 Years Ago

This is a fine poem, well written with genuine feelings that make it convincing.

Posted 6 Years Ago

Thats very good, and it reaches to your heart.

Posted 6 Years Ago

emotional writing, really found this interesting....keep up the good work.

Posted 6 Years Ago

This write I felt so deeply dear, I am so mixed too. If I look into the mirror, I'm Asian, European, and feel at home at to many countries, my heart is living in~ Wonderful expressions, and deep thoughts.


Posted 6 Years Ago

conversational style, flows of metaphor and behind the mechanics there is excellent thought which gives the reader a pause to consider. So, a very well written and interesting poem. It is a felt piece of writing.

Posted 6 Years Ago

I'm going to Philly this coming June for a missions trip so this hit close to home.

Posted 6 Years Ago

So beautiful and heartfelt...and equally sad, that you have to write about such destitution and pain...especially for "our" children. Thank Goodness for people like you, Eleanor....it not only raises the hope for the poor children (and adults) of Haiti and others around the world...
but also inspires us back home to lift a finger, reach into our pockets, and enlighten our hearts to care...
This was a wonderful, caring write, Eleanor
thanks for sharing

Posted 6 Years Ago

Beautiful imagery here. It's very much a prayer. In itself, its like a candle in the dark. Your heart's intent is so perfectly lit.


Posted 6 Years Ago

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Added on March 15, 2012
Last Updated on April 25, 2012
Tags: Haiti, Mission, trip, travel, children, hope, god, love, life, time, poetry, light, black, Caribbean, orphans, Port au Prince


Elaenor Aisling
Elaenor Aisling

Limerick, Ireland....I wish.

I am currently a student. I write mainly poetry, a few short stories here and there. I love to read and write. Favorite authors include, Victor Hugo, J.R.R. Tolkien, Tolstoy, Wilde, Alcott, C.S. Lewis.. more..


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