I miss the children that always made me smile
even though I couldn't understand a word they said.
I miss fea bonita
I miss Julie
And Jesus
I miss knowing my purpose
Knowing who I was
Knowing how to be happy.
The children who made me smile
never stopped smiling
even though they've seen horrors
experienced horrors
my cultured mind cannot comprehend.
I miss understanding everything
when I understood nothing at all.
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