In honor of Oct. 7, 2023
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| Barbara Hennessey-Elzohairy |
If I could talk to You,
If You could Listen
So Much Pain,
So much Grief,
More than we can bear
and yet we must
for there are little ones
that will not have a voice,
that never, ever have a voice.
We must speak for them for they are our legacy,
they are the life that never
got to live,
crushed upon, fired upon
dying in utero.
If I could talk to you
If you would listen
only for a moment,
thru a broken heart,
a broken arm, a broken wing.
Could you hear my words
in the deepest part of your being?
Rage on until there is no more,
cry until there is no water for
tears,
Dissipated in a flood of remorse
never understanding, never listening
to the best of you,
the part that can only imagine
what it means to hear
the crashing of cement
all around me,
If you could hear my words
for they are your words as well,
"Please shelter me,
cover me
for I have nothing else,
but You.
Barbara Hennessey-Elzohairy
