Posted in inspirational, Writing for healing

Your Daughters

the woman with her head tilted
We search along with you, mothers and fathers who cannot rest, for your burning tears are our scorched tears…yet it is happening in some other place across the ocean…deep into the countryside near  Chibok village.  Are they in the forest? Who hears them?  Your daughters were writing an exam. They were working on a test, a physics exam. Where are your daughters? Who does these evil things? Where are the molecules of hope, the ligands of connectedness?  Someone please rescue them. Let them go. Let them shed tears of relief rather than despair. Two hundred and thirty. Young innocent brilliant daughters. They will become doctors, dentists, teachers, chemists, biologists. Where are your daughters? Bring them home, bring them home, bring them home.

© copyright 2014 art by Susan E. Rowland


I made it this far and plan to keep going. I believe nature heals the soul. I love to journal, to write, do art, and music. I'm not afraid to tackle tough subjects. Solar-powered & drive hybrid. Trying to do my part. Earned my BA at 53. And, I believe, it's never too late to have a happy childhood.

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