Poems by Carolanne Murphy
On That Terrible Day
She Ran and Ran
On that terrible day.
Tiny baby in her arms,
Soldiers shouting, searching.
Leaving no stone unturned.
Panic twisted at her heart.
She would not, Could not
Get on that train.
Buildings burning,
Scorching heat.
Running, heavy footsteps.
She was young and strong
But, oh so afraid.
Machine gun fire.
Her husband gone.
No time now for tears,
Not now, not yet.
'Please God, help me,'
She cried inside.
In the shadows a kindly voice,
'In here, quickly,
'I'll get you out of here.'
Hiding through the day,
On a boat by nightfall.
Safe at last
And now the tears could fall.
For the love she lost,
For all the rest.
But God had heard her silent prayer.