Maryam by Rosemary Noble

I named her Maryam
The child with eyes of brown
Pools of sorrow, face of shame,
Speaking of loss, despair
For home, country, childhood

Father’s hands guiding her
Protecting, directing
Bidding her save them all
Who could not save herself
From rank indignity

Her anguish haunts my soul
One girl amongst thousands
Of Syrian beggars
The sign around her neck
Help me, don’t forget me

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About Rosemary Noble

Writer, author, amateur historian and traveller
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