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To See, Again, the Stars
The cold was penetrating
within their shattered room.
Grandmother was bedridden
She could not be moved.
Her sixteen year old Grandson
Brought food that he had scrounged
For nine days they were trapped there,
buried beneath the mound.
All around the cries grew weaker,
Fainter, fainter then died down….
For nine days they were buried
In the wreckage of their home.
They were the sole survivors
Enduring there alone.
His father never gave up hope
That they would be found alive.
Their rescue made news worldwide
It was tears of joy he cried.
They emerged into the twilight
Of a sunset, bloody red.
Two saved, out of ten thousand,
Spared, to see the Stars Again.
poem
by
John F. McCullagh
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