Children will weather it out
in the sun or rain;
they will still smile
in the harsh sun or heavy rain.
Kids will find some play
to delight them;
kids will find some play
to make you smile;
they will laugh and love
helped by their free imaginings.
(from The Migrant - notes of a newcomer (February 1997- July 1998))
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