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Please note that I love people and this poem is merely a relfection of the sadness I feel for the families in between.
A Poem of Tribute: An Ode to Israeli and Lebanese Mothers
She watched
As bombs splintered
her world;
At the edge
Of dawn
The helicoptor
Stopped;
Her children
Rushed in;
Pathos:
Pathos and Chaos
Hermea and Claudius
A wrinkle
Removed
From a Sane World
Her Life is
A steeple chase;
She runs
Down the pathway
Of Time; panting;
Will the children
Make it
On time?
She is eager
To avoid
Pandora's
box
As
The World
rushes past her.
2 comments:
Thanks for sharing the poem and your sadness is felt everywhere...hugs and love,
Joyce
You bring the heartache, the fear, and the panic these mothers must feel into our minds with this poem, Natalie. I can tell that when you watch the news, you feel the suffering, and the despair, the sorrow, and the spiritual exhaustion of people far away, living amidst bombs and missiles and buildings exploding, people dying in fear... must they keep running? Must we keep running? bea
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