What you see and I see and we all see, my dear
In spite of our differences, is time disappear
This strange sky-river that runs through our skin
Designs the shorelines where days end and begin
Caught in its common tide of hold-and-let-go
We’re drawn together in time’s communal flow
…and we should afford nothing in this dust-to-dust span
But to love one another in every way that we can
© Janet Martin
After reading Ann's post I am haunted by the tearful words 'we just want to go home'...'
The mother’s chin trembles — and Ahmed whispers their heartbeat: “We just want to go home.”
And some dam in him lets go, crushed — and the man openly weeps.'