Some mothers’ children stare unseeing . . .

“But in Idlib, nowhere is safe. Almost 50,000 are sheltering under trees or in other open spaces. I am getting daily reports of babies and other young children dying in the cold. Imagine the grief of a parent who escaped a war zone with their child, only to watch that child freeze to death.” Mark Lowcock, United Nations Under-Secretary-General for Humanitarian Affairs and Emergency Relief Coordinator, February 20, 2020

Some Mothers’ Hearts Have Stopped

Some mothers’ children stare unseeing
No sweet, wet baby kisses from blistered lips,

. . . . songs unsung

No wedding portraits to dust and treasure
No graduations or trips to the sea

. . . . just their bodies to bury

crushed
beaten
stilled
frozen

by the engine of nihilism

Limbs cracked and broken, bellies torn
Faces purpled, hearts stopped

Hearts stopped …
. . . . hearts stopped

Some mothers’ hearts have stopped

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PurplePumpernickel says:

February 21, 2020 at 9:41 pm

Powerful poem. Sobering thoughts.

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PaperKutzs says:

February 21, 2020 at 12:35 pm

Sweet picture

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Jane SpokenWord says:

February 21, 2020 at 9:56 am

I have felt this pain through the hearts of my friends. So beautiful, so touching, so deep.

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beth says:

February 21, 2020 at 2:21 am

this hurts my heart

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The Cheesesellers Wife says:

February 21, 2020 at 12:51 am

You have captured a part of that terrrible inconsolabe grief –well done!

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