Mother, Don’t Let Me Die!

There are many touching stories of rescues that have been happening all week long. The rescuers continue to do their work to find survivors and have found some successes. The stories are not all told because most of the Haitians speak Creole, slang from French. I have enough trouble trying to discern what Bajans say so I wouldn’t even attempt to translate a foreign language. But even the barriers of language can’t hide the sorrow in the faces of these people and the ecstasy the show, should they find someone. The family here was elated to get back their 11 years old Haitian survivor. 

 

 

 

Fille Anaika St.Louis

Mother, Don’t Let Me Die!

 

My favorite niece was 11 years and loved to play

Our little darling disappeared that dark Tuesday

The old building, 80 years with its 5 stories came down

Horrible thoughts surfaced when she was seen nowhere around

Every person pitched in to search the rubble below

Rubble was cleared by people I don’t even know

 

Dogs dug and sniffed then one dog started to bark

One dog capably gave the searchers a starting mark

Now men applied greater focus on this target place

Then her well known cries came and in my mind her face

 

Little beloved was there cold, thirsty and in pain

Eyes soon below staring and the rescuers fed her water again

Then they saw left arm and soon too the right

 

My darling got her left leg freed but the right took all night

Eventually, she was out of danger from the rubble and off to first aid

 

Doctors had futile equipment and we left betrayed

In a rush we took my niece to the car, and she spoke about death

Earthquake gave its worst aftershock when Anaika took her last breath

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Fille Anaika St.Louis

Mother, don’t let me die!

 

My Favorite niece was 11 years and loved to play

Our little darling disappeared that dark Tuesday

The old building, 80 years with its 5 stories came down

Horrible thoughts surfaced when she was seen nowhere around

Every person pitched in to search the rubble below

 

Rubble wAs cleared by people I don’t even know

Dogs dug and sniffed then one dog started to bark

One dog capably gave the searchers a starting mark

Now men applied greater focus on this target place

Then her well known cries came and in my mind her face

Little beloved was there cold, thirsty and in pain

 

Eyes soon below Staring and the rescuers fed her water again

Then they saw left arm and soon too the right

My darling got her Left leg freed but the right took all night

Eventually, she was out of danger from the rubble and off to first aid

Doctors had futile equipment and we left betrayed

In a rush we took my niece to the car, and she spoke about death

Earthquake gave its worst aftershock when Anaika took her last breath

 

 

 

 


 

 


 


 


 

 


 


 

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