Orphan

I am a memory

of departing Ugandans

so many years ago.

Boats on open seas

escaping pirates

and their evil gleams.

Blood and hunger

arriving at safe ports.

Again I flee. A Syrian child.

Momma holding me

from soldiers and guns

pleading for life

then she went away.

Finally I found a safe home

a place to call my own.

(c) 2018 Richard L. Provencher