Today was a productive day despite the rain...
- Malaria Pills {check}
- Yellow Fever shot {check}
- French for Idiots book {check}
I wanted to share a pretty amazing poem written by a 12-year-old crew member of the Africa Mercy, Grace Koontz:
The sun burning my skin tomato-bright
the humidity weighing down my shoulders
the insects and rodents plentiful
the space little and tight
is worth
The community tight-knit like woven crochet
the constant comfort of people to turn to
the people met and the people to meet
the time spent with friends every day
and more
The renewed lives in the ward
the smiles caused by my love
the forgotten poor becoming known
the righteousness and hope being restored
Africa Mercy.
the humidity weighing down my shoulders
the insects and rodents plentiful
the space little and tight
is worth
The community tight-knit like woven crochet
the constant comfort of people to turn to
the people met and the people to meet
the time spent with friends every day
and more
The renewed lives in the ward
the smiles caused by my love
the forgotten poor becoming known
the righteousness and hope being restored
Africa Mercy.