Day 296

The children are playing inside the shelter
when the bombing happens.  Suddenly
everything goes dark, there is
screaming, parents
frantically searching — Call to me,
little one, let me know
you’re here.  I will come
and find you.  With
my broken hands I
will lift you, with my broken legs
I will run with you, 
with my blinded eyes,
my deafened ears:
I will see you
wherever you are,
I will hear you
however faint your cry