Through Your Eyes

How does it feel

To leave your home

Knowing that it may be

The last time you ever see it?

Or to be away from home

For days, weeks,

Or even months

Not knowing when you will return?

How does it feel,

To look at your child

And tell him that

You have nothing to feed him?

Or to return to what once was a house

And find nothing but

A few sticks and a torn shirt

Lying on the ground?

How does it feel

To stand where once stood

A joy filled home,

Yet feel so empty?

How does it feel

To stare through your eyes?

[In honour to those affected by Hurricane Iris 2001]

© José V. Guerra Awe