I am reblogging a poem about global childhood hunger for the Human Rights Observance Day.
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I call my boss and tell him,
I won’t be in until late.
Over a crisp morning coffee I work out logistics.
I plot the distance between school and home.. 500 yards..
I aim for taking cover.
While setting up my equipment at hand’s reach,
I caution my boys about what to expect.
With a quick check in the rear view mirror,
I drive them there, and off they are.
They run through the playground in a hurry
And wreak havoc in the class.
Their shoes muddy and jackets bone dry.
My little ones are cozy indoors.
And I cheated the Rain Gods,
I roll down my window and cup my hand.
I catch the rain.
And make a Wishing Well.
Will I be able to rest today?
There is anxiety in my heart.
And twists in…
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