The memories of
their bright shining smiles
and deep brown eyes
are slowly escaping my mind.
I find it harder and harder
each day to close my eyes
and remember.
The joyful feeling I encountered
each day they'd run,
full force up to me
with open arms,
just wanting to play games with me
is fading.
It's astounding to me
that I didn't know any
of these children just three
months ago.
But I've been changed.
They made their impression
and I miss them.
I miss Dennis and his
willingness to help.
He is such a good kid.
He giggles all of the time.
Little Michael and his
amazing 3D drawings of cars.
His little voice as he'd
discover something new.
Donald and his wisdom.
He can pick up a single concept
like it's nothing.
So, so smart.
Zenubu and her sweet smile.
Janet and her dancing.
Dodoo Joshua's silly chalkboard drawings.
Kwabena's gentle spirit.
and my little Yepke's dimples.
I even miss Bismack,
Ramal, and Coleman's
mischief.
These children are a part of me.
Each teaching me something new
and different.
Both about myself.
and this world we live in.
I've been home for a whole
month now.
I still haven't been home for
the amount of time I was gone.
It's just now sinking in
that America is my home.
Not Africa.
I'm not just visiting this place
and going back.
Maybe one day.
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