It
was a yellow day,
the
light slanted
with
its yellow scent.
She
followed him as
he
walked through
dirty
streets, asking
him
to come home,
no more drugs
no more drugs
to
the baby they created,
to
the baby she was holding.
no more drugs
no more drugs
A
turn; his angry eye
silenced
her, just as the bullets
tore
through their bodies.
Last
Sunday, we heard a sermon by the director of a street outreach ministry in
Honduras. This poem, and the one yesterday (The
photograph) are based on a true story. If you’d like to learn more, please
visit The Micah Project.
Photograph by George Hodan via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
1 comment:
wow.... powerful poem, Glynn.
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