Her little eyes are still open
and it's brought
much relief
to find our child
at last
when all we had was grief.
In this refugee camp
we've been looking
for days.
My frail hands are trembling
with my mind
in a haze.
I see her
from a distance.
She has her mother's sad eyes.
I look up and thank God
for this miracle
of a surprise.
Does she have water?
She looks
so pale.
My heart is beating
faster.
Please don't fail.
Her father and I
start to run
as we rejoice.
A reunion is ours,
to once again,
hear her voice.
If there is praise
to be served
then it's too late to pray.
Her little eyes are still open
but an angel has taken her
away.
*****
and it's brought
much relief
to find our child
at last
when all we had was grief.
In this refugee camp
we've been looking
for days.
My frail hands are trembling
with my mind
in a haze.
I see her
from a distance.
She has her mother's sad eyes.
I look up and thank God
for this miracle
of a surprise.
Does she have water?
She looks
so pale.
My heart is beating
faster.
Please don't fail.
Her father and I
start to run
as we rejoice.
A reunion is ours,
to once again,
hear her voice.
If there is praise
to be served
then it's too late to pray.
Her little eyes are still open
but an angel has taken her
away.
*****