Fates three stared down to the green blue ball floating like a spec of dust insignificant in the vastness of heavenly bodies randomly spinning in timeless space.
Gaia ached and groaned
Moving just a smidge
As a small and poor
Little island
Shook with what
The people believed
Was the anger
Of the gods…
For why else
Would she shake
So violently?
And the fates
Looked down
And cried
And smiled
All at once.
Death and
Life are constant
Bedfellows.
Two little brothers
Lost mommy & daddy
Then Grandma
With tearfilled eyes
Had to make a choice
One no grandmother
Wants to ever make
Leave them with
Strangers at the
Orphanage
Or have them die
Of hunger
At home
In her arms.
Eight days
Before Gaia groaned
Grandma left them
To the fates.
The world shook
And syncronicty
Flooded Haiti…
Two mothers
Wanted a child
Was willing to consider
Two siblings
And so a Woman
From Denver
Flew to Haiti
And saw two little brothers
Playing on the floor
And knew
That they belonged
In Denver
In two mommies loving arms…
2 & 3 years old
barely 25 lbs a piece
6 days till they get here
if they survive
the famine they feel…