A new book I started reading today, begins with an introduction comprising a beautiful poem. The author found herself abandoned at two weeks of age, at the doorstep of an orphanage. The book is about her “nanny”, a then nineteen year old inmate herself, who would look after the younger orphans and abandoned babies, and the many lives nanny saved. The orphanage withstood the two Wars, where nanny accompanied the children wherever they were evacuated, and vowed to dedicate her life to them. Nanny strove tirelessly over the years to give these children a chance of a home and happiness.
I’m five chapters down, and have a long way to go, but the book is thoroughly heartwarming. Titled “To The Sisters Of Nazareth”, this poem is the author’s tribute to nanny, and the orphanage itself – the source of communal living for so many hopeful children. The shared shelter within, trees and ponds around, the walls hearing their thoughts and feeling their emotions, the doors opening to so many others like themselves, and the very foundation connecting all its residents by love.