on this Sunday spring day
my thoughts are with Japan
loved ones lost, wandering, confused
unknowing of what the next minute, hour or day
will bring if anything
maybe relief, maybe not
everything lost
a dog wanders amidst
the rubble of
chaos
unattended, unnoticed
and hungry
a child’s cries go unanswered
among the moans
of elders who look
out across a
bleak landscape of destruction
unsure of tomorrow
also hungry
hungry for the world
that was yesterday
yearning to turn time back
a correction
of an unfair event
shattering hearts
and yet
from the mist of ruins
a nation will rise
and march forward
but forever
hungering for loved ones lost
who will
never ever be forgotten
who will
never ever be forgotten
never ever
for it is love that nourishes
our souls
and keeps our
hearts beating
for another day
~
missing the mom gene
