My simple aim is just to publish some of the feelings that I've had on my personal space. Thoughts in particular for the children who can unlikely make sense of it, may even now be orphaned.
Seriously, people should not be made to suffer like this and if you have chosen to read this, I hope you will forgive my hitting publish. I hope I have done the right thing.
One magnitude for each year of your life,
Your look of the world rearranged in a moment,
The night sky is filled with stars,
But to you, like your heart looks empty,
As tears speed down your face like racing cars,
Your grief is all too a plenty,
You didn't ask for this,
Nor did you deserve this,
Your face now filled with sorrow,
Showing a heart feeling hollow,
Beyond the fences you see the military might,
Stocking supplies, one mile high,
Yet why is the only water you see in sight,
The mist of the tears filling your eyes?,
Right now explanations are bare,
What are we supposed to tell you child?,
If only you knew how much we care,
I hope one day you can laugh and smile,
If you can, then our effort will be all worthwhile,
Sleep tight dear child.
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That earthquake made me more emotional than anythng has in a long time and I check on things every day. If only I could be useful, aside from a little money. Your poem made me cry. I didn't even cry when they pulled the little boy out - with the giant smile and his arms and fingers splayed out - but it did take my breath away.
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Thanks for clicking Publish.