by Ariel Riley
"Mommy," she says in a scared voice
"Where is our home going?"
"Sicily," the mother says to her child in her loving voice
"We shall find a new home. Nothing to worry 'bout now"
"Well, how's Cassidy?" she panics
"She is in my arms and well," the mother responds
She turns to the bars that are as cold as ice
Dazed by the sight of flames thousands of feet above and in our home
"But what do we have left, Mommy?"
"Each other," she whispers
Poem Copyright © 2010 by Ariel Riley