Grass Stains

By Grace Bolinger

I have grass stains
On my knees;
Folded clothes
Crying babes
Don’t begin to capture.

I knelt down,
A short story
A boy speaking in
Arabic about his life

I have grass stains
On my knees;
A mother crying
Cameras flashing
As my knees shake

I feel inadequate
How to capture
How to say
How to feel
These peoples lives.

Standing on
history’s stage
Tears stream
I can’t
Breathe

I have grass stains
On my knees;
Hearing thanks
Waving goodbye
Silence
Thank you
For sharing.

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