My body shakes through tears as I imagine their agony
what if my home suddenly became ‘the mouth of a shark’ and ‘water was safer than the land’*?
I can’t stop the shark and I can’t be a boat,
but I send off my wrap to the beaches of Greece
I whisper a prayer for the next baby who sits within it:
May your mother’s smell distract you from the hell a camp brings.
May being close to her bring you both comfort.
May she know that not all in Europe see you as an ‘other’.
We belong to one another,
her baby, my baby, our babies.
For a few precious moments,
with her baby strapped close to her chest,
may the world be right, may they feel at home.
*Home by Warsan Shire
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If you’ve been following our simpleacts challenge ahead of Refugee week next week… you may have seen one of the challenges was to read or write a poem about Refugee’s.
We had some of the most beautiful responses, but this one really gave us goosebumps.
Thank you so much Nicole Chartier for writing this incredible poem (on your lunch break!!!)