The Haves

Most do not know how good we've got it. We live day by day, in our shiny cars and fancy houses. Take out and drive through, clean water, central heat and air, keep us conformable year round, Egyptian cotton, goose down, hot showers and clean clothes. A daily chore? A lifetime of luxury? Being here, I see it all. Two dark eyes peeking out between her shoulder blades all snug and warm Mamma's rhythm of work, her lullaby. Immense baskets of goods defly atop their heads. No mini vans needed here. Barefoot children playing in the mud. Blissful poverty. An hour long journey, both ways to too few schools, happy just to learn Men toiling the countryside churning acres a day their only tool, a spade. We spoiled many. Most don't understand just how it is.