Hashtag Ukraine Poem by Bernard Kennedy

I saw the father match his child's hand on the trains window pane,
At the station, before parting. It was like a last contact.
The old woman being helped along a plank on the river bank,
The nursing home residents guided from their rest home in deeper confusion.
One foto showed so much
It was workers removing a cross from the Chapel for safety,
It looked as if Christ was wounded and being helped through the doors.
O mater dolorosa.
Pie Jesu sounds in my heart
As the mother holds her stomach
Pregnant. In the bombed out
Foyer of the hospital. Holding her child in hand.
Pity the nation.