For the Cambodian boy who changed my life. <br /> <br />Little boy bare footed, <br />one who wears torn cloths, <br />works in his fathers garden, <br />little boy no more than ten years old. <br /> <br />Little boy all covered in dirt, <br />is careful where he steps, <br />malnourished his tummy hurts, <br />little boy that doesn't rest. <br /> <br />No food is in his fathers garden, <br />little boy too young for this, <br />he is unaware of the life, <br />we here say he'll miss. <br /> <br />A man at only ten years old, <br />his mother was raped and maimed, <br />all she did was love her child, <br />and give him his fathers name. <br /> <br />Now this little boy with one arm only, <br />balances the bucket on his head, <br />he knows what he needs to do to survive, <br />for his father too is dead.<br /><br />Brittney Heck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/refugee-2/
