Haiti

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.

 

Author's Note

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.

Reviews

[Wondering Mind]

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

[Virtuosa X]

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.

[Leslie Philibert]

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

[Lydia]

Thats very good, and it reaches to your heart.

[Luke Ritta]

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

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.

E.L.

[kmartell]

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.

[sarah]

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

[Allen Smuckler]

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
allen

[None]

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.

Beautiful.