To death, I say thanks.

Too afraid to move, broken and bloody;
I’m an innocent creature awaiting slaughter.
The sounds of cries screeched around me,
one being a mother crying for her daughter.

Attacked and alone,
wrong place, wrong time.
And a thought occurred,
where’s that family of mine?

I jumped to my feet,
as quickly as sprains would allow,
dazed and confused,
I needed to find them, but I didn’t know how.

How could they have left me?
Had they been taken?
I had planned the day,
my choice! I was mistaken.

Frantically I searched for them,
carriage by carriage.
I won’t stop looking!
Don’t disparage.

They were right next to me,
where could they go?
I felt light headed,
who put on this show?

Loosing hope,
but not the battle,
between the uproar,
I heard a rattle.

Someone’s baby is found,
scooped her up in my arms.
The surrounding sight,
caused internal alarms.

My Mother, my Father,
Blown to pieces.
They died with each other
Only God hears my silent pleadings.

Mum had no legs
Dad had no face
I had no strength
To death, I said thanks.