Sunday, May 1, 2016

A Poem from Joyce Kessel

Eritrean Refugees

On a frail wooden vessel, barely a ship,
369 migrants were left
upon a darkening sea
from Africa to destination unclear.
None with life jackets
nor sea-worthy clothing,
called migrants now,
not refugees,
swept in fearsome waves.
Eight were pregnant women,
many were orphaning children,
including one 13 year old
chasing dreams,
escaping nightmares.

Joyce Kessel has come to understand too well that the reactions to losses and detours can help define a person's character.  She is a member of the Earth's Daughters writing collective and teaches writing & literature in Buffalo, NY, a city with no illusions.

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