A Poem - By Lorraine Kember
It was a day like any other and mother, father, sister, brother, were carrying out the customs of their land. When suddenly without warning, Mother Nature came calling, shook the earth and stole the ocean from the sand.
Many gazed in wonder before their world was torn asunder, when the massive wall of water reached the shore. They, uncomprehending that the life they knew was ending and that this day would change the world for ever more.
Frantic now and running; they joined the fleeing throng, many drowned along the way, but the water bore them on. Nature showed no favorites on that fateful day, countrymen and tourists, fell victim to her spray. The young, the old, the meek the bold, caught up in its deadly swirls; along with the houses boats and cars, floated men, women, boys and girls.
The aftermath was destruction as far as the eye could see, babies torn from mothers arms were found in the debris. Bodies floated everywhere, and survivors called the name of a loved one who had disappeared and would never be seen again.
We watch these images on TV and it's hard to comprehend the magnitude of this disaster and where the result of it will end. The Tsunami devastation has touched the hearts of Nations and we mourn for the thousands who have died. Our thoughts are with the survivors, knowing the millions of tears they have cried.
As well as the aid and the funds we give; we also hope and pray, that something positive can be gained, from the tragedy of this day. No matter our gender, colour or creed or the country of our birth, we are after all fellow humans living on this Earth.
World peace should be our ultimate goal, its price not too high to pay, in remembrance of all who died on Tsunami day.
Poem written by: Lorraine Kember ? Author of "Lean on Me" Cancer through a Carer's Eyes. Lorraine's book is written from her experience of caring for her dying husband in the hope of helping others. It includes insight and discussion on: Anticipatory Grief, Understanding and identifying pain, Pain Management and Symptom Control, Chemotherapy, Palliative Care, Quality of Life and dying at home. It also features excerpts and poems from her personal diary. Highly recommended by the Cancer Council. "Lean on Me" is not available in bookstores - For detailed information, Doctor's recommendations, Reviews, Book Excerpts and Ordering Facility - visit her website http://www.cancerthroughacarerseyes.jkwh.com
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