Last December

Last December

A Poem by SherilAmilia

Stepping into a foreign land,
Leaving behind a life so grand, 
Ever ready for an adventure
Those were my thoughts last December. 

Ignorant of all, fully unaware,
Convinced that here I was to share
The sky above me blue and clear
Surely there was nothing to fear.

The little fingers held my hand,
So quickly had I been made a friend.
Together walking up those wooden steps, 
Fighting off a mental heart attack.

If gruel were food then so is water,
Further was I led to wonder
That if taste was absent in all water,
Then absent it was in the gruel they devour.

Even when I was named the 'Giver',
Funny how I was turned 'Receiver'
when it seemed as though they had nothing to offer
They helped to kill my inner monster.

I guess in all sincerity,
Although it sounds an utter absurdity,
The children I met to try assist
Were the children who made my life a gift.

© 2012 SherilAmilia

Author's Note

This was written when I was a volunteer in Cambodia. It's a feel good poem, easy read, written simply. My experiences as a volunteer when I met the children there.

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Added on October 6, 2012
Last Updated on October 6, 2012
Tags: Cambodia, volunteer, charity, love, teaching, teach, children, kids




I'm an 18 year old musician. Hoping to major in classical composition in the future. Just like my music, my written work reflects my emotions and past/present experiences. I'm currently studying Engli.. more..

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