This poem is in The Same Inside, Poems about Empathy and Friendship by me, Matt Goodfellow and Roger Stevens, Macmillan
Refugee
After the bombing
and all are lost
and gone
I walk
I can carry only
my father’s pride
my mother’s longing
my brother’s blood
my sister’s hope
and my dreams
but my father’s pride
cannot be carried
as a refugee
so I lay it down
and walk
when I sleep
my mother’s longing
is too painful to hold
so I lay it down
and walk
until my shoes
fall off my feet
and I leave
my brother’s blood
and my own
on the road
as if it is worthless
and I walk
so far and
sleep so little
I cannot remember
my dreams
so I lay them down
I can carry only
my sister’s hope
which is light
in my heart
© Liz Brownlee
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