abby bell rocks. she’s 8 years old, wrote this poem last week. sharon thinks it was a direct response to viewing daniel’s film on cambodia (i’m so blessed to love both of them!):
I wish I could roam free from the screaming of
I would teach the masters to see
the slaves as his children.
a room for all of them
I wish I could be free of torture, war,
killing, death and slavery.
I wish people would stop
and see out of the eyes of the dead ones.
And feel like they did when they died.
And if I had a wish,
that’s what it would be.
—Abigail miranda bell (age 8)