Mystery and History
A terrible earthquake rocked
Bidding adieu left us shocked
Rescuers worked on the third day
Looking exhausted and in dismay
Suddenly mixed feelings filled the air
When they lifted two up the metal stair
Shielded from the falling fragments
Embraced and protected within a mother’s garment
Wrapped in a carcass that offered comfort
A live six month-old baby girl put her effort
She moved having been suckled on that fateful day
By her mother who had entered the unknown gateway
Only this could have crammed her mind
Let me die so that they could find
My child alive; my child must live
So, she breast-fed until alive
One could compare her love to a mystery
Her life after death is but history
Tears trickle from stony hearts
Also from those carrying debris in their carts
Like a mother longing to hug her child
Our Creator waits to embrace us His child
He can pick us up from any rubble
And in us can make joy bubble
Copyright © Esther Robinson | Year Posted 2009
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