Knock once for yes


She lays still hardly daring to breath in the dust

She has her baby boy on her chest

She and he are under a wardrobe

She has no sense of time in the dark

She has nothing to eat or drink

She tries her own breast milk

She feeds her baby boy every time he cries

She had tried crying out but there is no one there to hear

Until she hears muffled distant words and drills overhead

She later hears dogs barking

She hears the sounds of voices getting closer

She hears, are you O.K.? knock once for yes

She has been found

She sees torchlight in her face

She is O.K.

She is saved

She is reunited with her other son and husband

She is blessed









◄ The needle and the sun

My time ►


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keith jeffries

Wed 22nd Mar 2023 17:06

A meaningful poem which well describes the plight of those caught in these terrible earthquakes. Thank you for this.

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Fri 17th Feb 2023 11:45

I had to turn the news off the other night-the sight of two children pleading to be rescued brought me to tears.

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