Wednesday, June 20, 2018

6:49 a.m., Wednesday - Boone, NC

Like many of you, I'm having a great deal of trouble sleeping.

I've always had wildly vivid dreams.  Full color.  Memorable.

Sometimes they're fun - a lot of fun.

Sometimes they're scary.

Sometimes they're sad.

My thoughts lately, like many of you, have been on the children.

You know who I mean.

The children locked in cages.

Those children are occupying not only my thoughts during the day, but also some time in my dreams.

When I woke up this morning, I do as I always do.

I reached over to pat the side of the bed that belongs to Donald just to make sure he's there.

And then I moved my foot to make sure Annabelle was there.

Then I just happened to glance over at the wall.

The shadow I see on the wall is one caused by the early morning sun shining through the window backlighting a piece of handblown glass which was a gift from a friend.

I have become so accustomed to seeing this shadow that I rarely give it a moment's thought.

But this morning, without thought, I looked at it and I started crying.

In my mind was the question, what do the children who are alone, separated from their families, unable to speak English - some unable to yet speak at all - see and think when they first wake up in the morning?


Lesa said...

You made me cry.

Kaye Wilkinson Barley - Meanderings and Muses said...

We both are doing an awful lot of that these days, aren't we? I hate it. Sending hugs, Lesa - Love you.

Kathy Reel said...

Oh Kaye, and with no one to reach out to or to reach out to them. My heart just stays broken. How could someone with the power to prevent and/or end this not do so immediately? Allowing these children to suffer so that he can make a point or make himself look like he's saving them.

Martha in NC said...

Bless you, Kaye.