As a young girl, I would stare at my bloodied feet.
Hardened, dirty, sore.
Miles walked on scorching earth collecting food and water for my family,
Eyes open, mind closed to the loss, the dry hunger
And violence toward the ones I loved and the ones I didn’t.
I looked to the stars and prayed for relief.
I imagined myself swept far away and planted in a different place where death is not daily.
I prayed for my Mother, for the survival of my friend,
I prayed for help.
One day help came and I began my journey…..
My daughter has a balanced stance,
And delicate coloured shoes.
She learned at school there are 26 bones
In her soft feet
And she thinks it a miracle.
She smiles at passers by
And picks sunflowers for her brothers,
As I water our plants and breathe.
Esperanza sits at my feet as she makes flower chains
And chatters of her new dear friend and her cat.
I was given a hand up by people I can never repay.
They gave me an education and the chance to work hard for the possibility of a life I have shown to my children.
The only way I can pay it back is to live the life the charity intended.
I will hold on to the outstretched hands of my Sisters
And lead the way out……..