" Response to yesterday's terror attack in Denmark "
Cup of steaming coffee in my hands
I sat to watch the news
Shooting here, stabbing there
Commentaries and political views
I watched totally bemused.
Out came my daughter
A pencil and sketchpad in her tiny hand
"Look Mama, I've drawn something", said she
Hand waving her pencil like a wand
I smiled and looked at her bond.
Momentarily distracted
I was drawn to her drawing
There lies Jesus and Muhammad smiling
Hand in hand, walking
My daughter's sketch shocked my core being.
Then, my daughter gently asked
"Mama, what's wrong?", said she
I don't know how to answer
My innocent child's query
I found myself responding, "Come baby, hug your mommy."
Intimate moments were cut off
By another breaking news
The shooting target is a Danish cartoonist
And a society of Jews
Could be due to religious views?
Speculations were given
The cartoons blamed once more
Then, I heard my daughter speak
“Mama, I don’t want to draw anymore”
News forgotten, my coffee spilled on the floor…
I heard the sound of the mug breaking into pieces
I heard my daughter scream
I heard the gunshots from the aired news
But, my mind is out wandering
Mind blown, heart died along my child’s shattered dream.
