Phyllis Scott

(Alexandria, Virginia)

Helping Hands

Poem by Phyllis Scott

The day dawned as any other
For every father, mother, sister and brother
Little did anyone know
How it would change many lives so
As the pictures came across the screen
We could not fathom the horrid scene
Yet, aid came from far and wide
Many, their pain, they could not hide
As the hours stretched into days
The tireless efforts ne'er faded away
Side by side these strangers worked as one
From dusk 'til the rising of the sun

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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