“Children are like wet cement: whatever falls on them makes an impression." Haim Ginott World Traveler Her guests gather at the garden party, admirers, distant family, anyone who has heard about her glorious travels. Her words fit like jewels set in fine gold, impeccable, precise. All listen mesmerized as Arabia, China, Australia, Egypt find space among the common folding chairs. She waves her hands and the pyramids seem to appear from the tips of long, tapered fingers as she describes the exotic with a practiced voice. A toddler tugs at her skirt “Mama. Up. Now?” The traveler looks into the small arena. Ears catch a tale touting the memory of elephants. She begins a story about the dangers of desert, dry, miles of hot sand, no water, no human contact for miles, or days. The child, silent, seeks the lap of a stranger. The stranger understands. She strokes the girl's head, and imagines stroking her own.
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World Traveler, a Poem
Posted in poetry, tagged child neglect, Haim Ginott quote, perspective, poem, poem. foreign travel on September 25, 2022| Leave a Comment »