11.02.2009

A poem for my orphans.

















yay! i got a spot to see my orphans again this weekend! they are going to get so tired of me snapping fotos of their cute little selves!! my last visit a couple weekends ago was a special one for the orphans. they got to run around outside around the complex the orphanage is in and breathe in the fresh air. they got to run amok and be children! one of the kids got lost but we found her. another one, the brightest of the bunch, finds her own way around and we weren't worried about her. i learned that there were two kids in there whose family comes to visit them weekly. not all of them are special needs kids. one child who had a flattened head was counting to 100 very proudly for all to hear. she also took a neighborhood child's water bottle and he was quite upset about it!! it was sorta funny but the neighborhood child's gramma told him, "just let her have it. she's got no daddy or mommy!!" what a guilt trip to put on a small child! during the day, they have a teacher who teaches them in a makeshift school. most of the kids look smaller than their actual age. i was sad watching the workers be quite rough with the kids. a small baby threw up and i alerted the worker. they said the child was tied down on all four limbs because he/she threw up alot. it just broke my heart. it was so hot in there and when we tried to turn on the fan, the worker said to turn it off b/c the kids get sick. it was a joy feeding the kids at dinner time. my fave part was when i would pick each of them up and then the other kids lined up and walked towards me with their arms open b/c they wanted to be picked up too! some were quite heavy too! i had enough love for each one of them. i especially adored a small child who had Cornelia de Lange syndrome--those kids are rare and adorable. another sad thing we saw was when we were coming back from outdoor play, we saw a teenager prone on the ground just outside the entrance who was then dragged in by guards and workers and taken away, probably the 2nd floor. he looked so depressed and sad. mind you, the gates are locked, and i have never seen a living soul on the 2nd floor. there is a huge padlock on the entrance gate of the 2nd fl. my theory is they lock them up there until they are adults then are entered into the military or a countryside work camp. the BEAN president said they are transferred to an adult home afterwards. i guess we shall never know. i would love to follow the children from while they are in the orphanage to after they leave to hear the real story. i have a feeling it will be a very sad story. here's a poem i wrote for my orphans.

i love you boys and girls
even if i don't know you
you touch my heart
this much is so true.
i look forward to seeing you
once every 30 days
you make my heart smile
in so many countless ways.
i hope my love means something
it is the most priceless gift i can give
may each day be wonderful
and the fullest you may live.

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