News has come to me recently about an organization: womenforwomen.org
This group works in helping women survivors of war change their world. They work by donations, sponsorships and a host of ways to provide support and to let women suffering the after effects of war that they are not alone. Check out the site and see how you can help.
If the bells toll for me
I've hardly been saintly.
But if they should; think of times
when I did all I could to hold our
heads up
when being an ostrich would have
been more profound and true.
Remember my head in the ground?
I still do.
Think of times when there was no
one but you. My heart held many
things; memories and desires; but
it's with my hands that I created you
and me; it's with my hands that I
brushed that beautiful soft brown
hair. With these hands I rubbed your
back, and with these hands I tied your
shoelaces back.
These hands made lunches, signed
permission slips, put your supper in
a dish. With these hands I held your
new body amidst new bodies. These
hands forever hold your new soul.
Remember this when the bells toll.
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