If

If
If it
If it were
If it were your
If it were your children’s bellies grumbling
of course you would feed them
knead stone into bread
until your fingers bled trying
can you squeeze water from clay?
filter impurities away?
with your skin?
steal shelter from garbage bins?
build scrap-tin walls with a cardboard roof
until it rains
filling puddles with the rust
of poverty’s chains
to what land would you flee?
if bombs showered your home?
all order violently destabilized
carry your children on your back
so you might keep their dead bodies from dying
for another day or two
how much time can you purchase?
when you can’t even buy food?
If it were your children’s bellies grumbling
If it were your
If it were
If it
If

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118 thoughts on “If

  1. So very, very powerful, Tanya… Words fail me. Oh, how many situations exist in our world today to which one could apply your poignant verses! This one deserves a poetic medal of honor, my friend! (And the accompanying photo is perfect, of course.)

    1. Thank you so much, Jonathan! Your words are really encouraging for me. There are so many people, so many children, in need. Healing and solutions come when we love them as our own. Everything else fall short. Have a wonderful day, my friend! And thank you, again!

  2. I can so resonate with your feelings. These things tear at my soul and you described them in a way that really sums up the tragedy that tears at we that are helpless and want so badly to do something for these babies!!!!!!

      1. I think much of what you write is close to your heart, Tanya. You are just made that way…and you are such a good writer! Enjoy your day, it’s a blessing from God…

        🙂

      2. Well, you succeeded in sending the warm air and sunshine my way! It is beautiful here. I have most of my windows open! Have a great day too, Steve!😊

      3. Glad you like the sunshine, Tanya! We have plenty more to share; sunshine is one thing we have in abundance much of the year! Have a groovy day, my friend…Lol…

        🙂

      4. I suppose you want the XL jar of sunbeams? We have so much sun that a number of our senior citizens have skin surgeries for melanoma. So don’t go crazy with all those sunbeams! Just a little warmth and a touch of color…

        🙂

      5. Excellent! Thank you! I have so many trees in the back that once the leaves come in, you can’t even see the neighbor’s house. It’s my sanctuary. Have a great day, Steve, and thanks for the sunshine!😊

      6. With my children running around, I’m rarely alone…Lol
        I enjoy company, but I like my family’s quiet times too. When the weather gets nice, we will sit out on the deck with lots of candles until late…sometimes with company…sometimes just us. Have a beautiful weekend, Steve! 😊

      7. Hey, try 87 degrees and warming out here! I’m watching the roses bloom in our garden. We have several different colored bushes…WOW! I’ll bet your place really “rocks” right now!

      8. We aren’t close to having roses yet, but my spring flowers are up. It’s cool today but nice. If I can open a few windows, I don’t complain. Have a great day and stay cool!

  3. You should be given a slot to read this out at the United Nations Tanya. Not only horrified by the pictures coming out of Syria at the moment, but by the sitting on hands rhetoric coming from senior officials all amounting to doing nothing.

    1. Thank you, Davy! Horrified is a good word for it. The indifference to human suffering is appalling. They are our brothers and sisters…our children. We must do better.

  4. So perfectly put in such a captivating and touching way. They truly are OUR children! Such an important message that is, unfortunately, always relevant and reminders are very necessary.

    1. Thank you! I agree. We have to keep speaking out. If we don’t, who will.
      We also need to get our hands busy helping. There are so many people in need.

  5. Very moving … we have been so lucky … thinking back to WWI, my grand-father was gassed early in the war … it took him 35 years to cough the rest of his lungs up, a piece at a time …

    1. How horrible! My dad was exposed to Agent Orange in Vietnam. He died at a young age of a cancer normally experienced late in life.
      Thank you regarding the poem! This one is close to me heart.

  6. I should have added ‘super photo’ … how can we hurt such beauty, deliberately, carelessly, and what do we think we mean by <>? So many questions …

      1. Agreed, Robert. It reduces flesh and blood, unique humans to statistical by-products…numbers and not names. Each one of those people had a place and purpose, an individual note to play in the great human symphony.

      2. “Collateral damage” is people! It sounds so innocuous. Oh, yeah, that collateral damage. Not the murder of an innocent wedding party or family gathering. Collateral! Argh! As one who believes in and works with precision in language, this pains me to no end.

  7. The diamond should contain the words “collateral damage” … sorry …
    We also need to get our hands busy helping.

  8. Thank you! That means a lot to me, and I couldn’t agree more. This piece is close to my heart. This view of people, of children, as “ours”, demands that we do something about the problems. I think many people become overwhelmed at the magnitude of these problems and forget that lives are changed one meal at a time, one person at a time.

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