Late into the night the ground became silent the restless spirits morosely tread in the eerie darkness and I stood at the verandah peered long into the dark shadows the tears of sadness stream joylessly from my eyes. I cried for the future uncertain what it might unravel I cried today for the warmth and affection of the spouse and children I would leave behind. Late into the night the ground became silent I stood at the verandah peered long into the dark emptiness and I cried the tears of pain and longing a constant menace to my joy for almost a score minus two my heart silently sobs the pain of separation a nagging burden the scars of sadness etched gloomily in my tired face. But hope like a creeping plant that grew in an undergrowth meandered towards the light and faith blossoms as a beauteous flower for the one who patiently waited at the bottom of the well would one day meet a pail at the bottom of the well. You are the seed of my loin the root of your tender tendrils runs through my sinews and bones my flesh and blood you whom I bathe at the foot of the well the pain of the past several years the pain of the long separation was that you who paddle in the basin of water at the foot of the well lost in the innocence of a child came into my heart once again as a beautiful sturdy grown woman. What else can overwhelm the happiness of a father that the child who dabble in the basin of water at the foot of the well came into my heart once again as a beautiful sturdy grown woman. Rene ************************************** Get a sneak peek of the all-new AOL at http://discover.aol.com/memed/aolcom30tour いいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいい To unsubscribe/subscribe or view archives of postings, go to the Gambia-L Web interface at: http://listserv.icors.org/archives/gambia-l.html To Search in the Gambia-L archives, go to: http://listserv.icors.org/SCRIPTS/WA-ICORS.EXE?S1=gambia-l To contact the List Management, please send an e-mail to: [log in to unmask] いいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいいい