We talk with our neighbors about our grandchildren playing and the joy we get watching them. In our retirement community we lack their joyful noises as they play together. I think about what kind of joy six-year-old Lavra feels as she hears the rockets explode over the refuge of her house every day in her small town near Kviv, Ukraine. Of course, nine-year-old Nizar in Dahiyeh, Lebanon is getting accustomed to hiding in his own basement scared that one of the many missiles coming from Israel will blow up his house. Three-year-old Lakhsha knows nothing but fear as she and her mother nestle into a corner of a destroyed bakery in the Gaza strip. She knows nothing but terror in her life. Yes, I take time from each of my days to think of the children. The poor children of the world outside of the peace of the United States. Yes, these are also our children.
©Russell Kendall Carter, BA. MAT. Dlitt.
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