and the women dance

These women are an example of times i want to cry for the sheer pain of seeing the heartache and struggles of another human. I don't even understand the words she is speaking but their meaning is understood.
I look into her eyes, study the wrinkles on her face, the sound of her voice as she talks, her expressions...
The translation comes and i try to prepare my heart to hear what she is saying in my language. I fight back the tears as she talks of not knowing what she will feed her children from day to day, not being able to send them to school for lack of money to pay school fees, a uniform, or books. Her voice strains as she tells of turning away orphan children because she is barely able to care for her own.
and still the women dance...barefoot, smiling, clapping, finding hope for tomorrow.