Injured mother in smoke falling debris blocks her vision

Dust clouds fill her lungs as she runs,he is hidden

 

Her baby is out there!

 

Gasping for air she's spluttering out his name

His cries are drowned out overpowered by shots screams and horror

Whilst rush and panic confuse her intuition

Scarce oxygen she's hoping and wishing

Praying for the return just recently missing

With every last effort she cries as she falls

She will not give up as she scours the floor

His name trickling from her eyes

She's almost passed out

Sirens they pause so she hears as he shouts

Mummy I am safe

He takes her hand

The dying mother her voice it returns

Shelters her boy with her body

With no food little oxygen

His beating heart and tears the fuel that powers her to seek safety

They find cover they recover

Skin burnt battered and bruised overpowered downstaged by the strength that bonds a son and a mother

The harrowing screams from less fortunate mothers and motherless babies

Still haunts them

Unable to live to be fixed the traumatic memories taunt them

Unjust are Survivors

She often fantasises opportunity lost to go to God 

The unforeseen unwritten consequences

They chose to survive 

Unbeknownst they were sentenced to Hell

Tightening bond growing son and his mother 

Side by side they silently suffer