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Where is my Mother, Poem by Laura Grace

Laura Grace is a Mass Communications Major, avid gardener, poetry writer, photographer, and wife & mother of two daughters and a pet bird.

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Where is my Mother


Helicopters and sirens

screams, chaos, panic…

shouting orders to stand

against the wall

We were at work

wearing our net hats

and protective gloves,

now our hands were tied

with white plastic rope

our hearts were pounding

our minds drowning

In confusion and fear

I won’t see my daughter

I couldn’t wipe my tears

our only crime was

asking for help

our only wish to earn a living

In the most honest way

Instead we got treated

worse than a slave

we had no price, no value

were placed in a cage...

Where is my mother?

I’m sorry, they took her.

It will be okay,

let’s pray together

let’s pray, and let’s wait.

Comments

Laura Grace (author) from Tampa, Florida on August 11, 2019:

Thank you Brenda for your input and visit.

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on August 11, 2019:

Such a sad piece of work. The feelings portrayed nicely.

Good write.

Laura Grace (author) from Tampa, Florida on August 10, 2019:

Thank you Ivaa for stopping by and reading my poem, I’m glad you enjoyed it.

W h o I s I from Mumbai, India on August 10, 2019:

Simple yet profound. I like the hope, the faith we're left with in the end. Look forward to more :)

Laura Grace (author) from Tampa, Florida on August 09, 2019:

Thank you Lorna, your comments are always so much appreciated.

Lorna Lamon on August 09, 2019:

Such vivid pictures this evocative poem conjures up Laura. I can feel the pain and panic throughout. An excellent piece.

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