Soft, small, warm, new life I hold in my palm
Chirping quietly, gently exploring the creases of my skin with their tiny beaks
Chests beating rapidly, wings entwined, the rhythm of their breath lulls them to sleep against my reclined body
A smiling child has handed my heart the memory of love and the delicately precious life we share
Dimly lit and sparsely furnished, I hardly notice the unfinished walls of the cement room or the dirt floor my feet rest on
Smiles and warmth surround me as they ask about my country far away, life before Nicaragua
Sweet plantain fried over the open fire and salty homemade cheese satisfy my heart more than my stomach as these friends offer me everything they have, even clean water from their neighbors home
Poor as they are drinking dirty water and hoping to someday build a bathroom, they are rich in generosity and love
Trapped as they are in the same community for generations, these trusted family and friends support each other and together experience the simple joys of life
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