We think that giving brings joy just because we give. We have to give more than a gift. We have to give understanding and then we can really make friends anywhere.


I Am Alone



I am the one alone in my heart
I saw the lorry come to our village
I heard the others running and shouting
The lorry back opens

It is near the hottest hour
I am standing under the fig tree
I am watching the joy
I can see the teacher calling me

He knows my name
He is holding a gift out to me
I see a red bag
I would like to go over there
But I am afraid because I cannot laugh

I am alone in my heart
My mother has died today
Who would I show my gift to?
Who could I share my gift with?

I had sisters and a father
Now they are gone
I am alone in my heart
And I don't know how to cry




Poetry by Adrian Wood
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Written on 2012-02-08 at 13:53

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Hans Bump
A bittersweet brave confessional that unfolds seamlessly.
Coveys integrity and tugs at your heart.
Well written and achieves the message you spoke of in the preface.
2012-02-10


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2012-02-08


Melissa Ormond
This is such an emotional piece, well done! I enjoyed the read, keep writing!:)
2012-02-08