Poemattic: Poetry and Art for the Soul

This poem is my cry for hope and forgiveness. I watched the news report tonight and it spattered the photograph of a father and his infant child drowned trying to cross the border. I do not know his name. I do not know how old he was. I do not and cannot understand what went through his mind when he decides to take such a risk with his young daughter. It must have been sheer desperation. My heart broke. I thought about my youngest grandchild and how she would have wrapped her arms around her father to feel safe in a situation like that. But it is really unimaginable. How cruel life can be. How sad life can be. I hope her mother finds solace. I hope their deaths will not have been in vain.

 

A picture says it all

I could not look at it though

instead I saw

shattered dreams

a tragedy so cruel

for a young father

hoping to reach

the promise the land of the free

the land of the brave

with his young child

holding him,

confident his strength

would protect her like always.

so innocent,

but nature and fate

maybe some filtered hate

drove the river wild

and out of control.

The picture no one wants to look at

says more than a thousand words.

It  broke my heart in a million pieces.