'Look Papa!'
the dirt on his shirt, faded
as he touched the
cold water that splashed his face
His father rubbed his head
for he had been brave today
Although the crease in his father's face
will no longer go away,
he squeezed his father's hand
letting him know they are safe

'Papa! We're near...'
The excitement in his voice
seeing the island
trailed off as
the boat going to and fro

oh no, the noise of chaos
is coming again

He thought these
waves are magic magnets
that takes away the fear and worries
of people
a wave that will take
them to a new place of hope

'My son...'
He tried to tighten the grip
and so does his weeping father
he was pulled down
the surface
with million film running in his head
and thought maybe he'll see his
loving mother and
the smiling face of his sister again