She looked at me and started crying
The effort to reach out for me was dire
For she had identified not with me but with the head gear i wore
We reached out to each other
We could not communicate
For we knew not each other first, second or third language
A smile was warm enough to communicate
Maybe my headgear made her feel at home with me
Her tight embrace of not letting go spin my mind
As i held her on my bosom
Her shivers left a lot to desire
Of what this little girl had gone through her life
She held me tighter for every little move i made
I held her tightly-an assurance of my total love, care and submission
Her feeble hands round my neck was comfort
The embrace never lasted an hour
Deep into thoughts i wished i could take her home with me
To be my daughter, to embrace her and assure her
That the world is not as cruel as her shivers communicated
I wondered where her parents were
I wondered what was going on in this little angels mind
My time to board and leave was approaching
Psychology told me to look for a head geared woman like me
None was in the vicinity
Will i hand over this little angel to anyone?
She had totally ignored her minder and chose me as stranger
I prayed that she sleeps to allow me do the handover
But any step i made was a step of a tighter embrace by the angel
I finally found a rescue
Who not only wore a head gear but also spoke her language
My journey was not good, had i done my best?
But what would i have done while on transit?
More than a year is gone
The thoughts of the little angel
Struck my mind at the wee hour of the morning
I decided to do my- in the train -hobby of writing
A flash back that has brought tears
A flash back that reminds me of my job
A flash back that makes me ponder about her family reunification
Was it successful?
A flash back that informs me that
A family torn by war walks through heavy tides
I miss you little angel and pray that you finally found your family
It's awesomely flawless. It touched my heart. Brilliant utterances set aside for honest contemplation. You've painted a powerful picture of children who are casualties of war. Remain blessed.
Memories! But, with a smile today. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thanks for sharing Rose.I have identified so much with the girl and that feeling of... But what would i have done while on transit? A flash back that makes me ponder about her family reunification Was it successful?
I could identify with your feeling, the love for the child, the connection then you were there not sure what would happen next....good write and practice Rose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mixed emotions of a humanitarian worker, sister and mother.A good piece of writing Rose.