They sit there. On little patches of dusty dirt. In diapers and t-shirts.
Who is changing the diapers? I wonder.
They look around. Are they wondering where she is? Where is my mother? Why has she left me?
Who is doing the reassuring? Who is holding them in their arms for comfort? I wonder.
I can’t watch the coverage.
I can’t stomach the pictures.
I am weak like that.
These little children. Babies. Left alone to look around and see the images themselves.
Body parts sticking out of rubble. People piled up on the roads.
The smell.
If they are lucky and survive, how will they move forward? Will they ever be whole? I wonder if that’s even possible.
I want to walk up to each one of them sitting on their patch of dirt and scoop them up. Bring them home. Hold them for a long time in my arms and try to transfer some love. Whisper reassuring words that all will be ok.
There may not be anyone to do this. To tell them how special they are. To share their stories with them about the day they were born. To love them in the way that only their mother does.
My heart is breaking for each of them.
Give what you can. Remember them in your prayers tonight.
I wonder what more we can do.
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This made me tear up more than watching this on TV could have. I've been giving, but I still wish there was more to do.
ReplyDeleteI feel the exact same way. My hubby and I were just talking about it this morning and we had to stop. I am sending prayers and money their way.
ReplyDeleteits hard isn't it.....
ReplyDeleteYou're right. You want to "transfer some love" from afar. Like Jen said, its hard and hard to know what to do or say.
ReplyDeleteOh it's just awful. I do pray for them.
ReplyDeleteI know. It's just too much to take in.
ReplyDeleteI can't look at the pictures either. Just too hard to bear.
ReplyDeleteIt is just overwhelming. Even harder is trying to explain to my 8YO why these things happen. There are no answers.
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