He called me Hiraeth
and I never knew why
he carried me in cupped hands
like water,
like evaporating rain.
He called me Hiraeth
and i never knew why
he held me in clenched arms
like ghosts,
like people he has already lost
He called me Hiraeth
and I never knew why
he dropped me through stratospheres
like atom bombs
like war, famine, hate
He called me Hiraeth
and I never knew why
he watched me through refugee eyes
like a burned home
like a train barreling into the night
Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 1:17 PM UTC
He called me Hiraeth
and I never knew why
he carried me in cupped hands
like water,
like evaporating rain.
He called me Hiraeth
and i never knew why
he held me in clenched arms
like ghosts,
like people he has already lost
He called me Hiraeth
and I never knew why
he dropped me through stratospheres
like atom bombs
like war, famine, hate
He called me Hiraeth
and I never knew why
he watched me through refugee eyes
like a burned home
like a train barreling into the night
This poem is by S.G. Kilbride. This is copyrighted to this poet.
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