2017 NUTRITION MONTH

POEM INTERPRETATIVE READING

SMALL VOICES, GREAT DREAMS
ERAMS-WEST

Let Me Paint the Picture of Tomorrow

“Tomorrow” has many names,

Many call it the “future” with shining flames,
Others call it “the days to come.”
There are more and then some.

I cannot find the word that is perfect,

I cannot find the word that can reflect,
What tomorrow is when children in malady;
Fearsome to think, early death their destiny.

I scan countless pages and read volumes

For words about tomorrow like blossoms
To inspire the painter, the poet, the composer,
For beauty, a verse, a sonata in a picture.

My yearning heart to care for those my kind

Is troubling me, I’d be a part, I tell my mind.
So, I take the brush, palette, and paint,
And start to draw what tomorrow is meant.

What colors to brush on the canvas

When most I hear are cries, moans, alas!
I hear a thunder, mothers howling,
Most children, so pale, so weak, dying!

Blacks and blacks, grays and grays

For children are vulnerable preys.
No colors with brightness, those shining,
For we hear a dirge, there’s much grieving!

I rainbow I see in the plate of healthful treats,

Variety of nutritious foods with life-filled breaths.
A beautiful tomorrow has colors of a rainbow,
A future that sings with hope, there’s no sorrow.

I paint the picture of tomorrow and many days to come

I paint children laughing and singing; they’re not lonesome.
I paint what’s life when malnutrition is not gnawing
Life of every child in a golden spray of color glowing!