Orphans on a bus
And on their own
Who do I belong to?
Where’s my home?
Escaping from Ukraine
Have to start again
Heading now for Scotland
Where is that?
I have felt an orphan in my time
Taken from my family
A child a child a crime
But that does not compare
With what we are seeing here
Children absolutely alone
My parents though now dead
Are still with me
I feel their presence
They live in memory
The love they gave me
Lingers down the years
I turn to them for comfort
In my fears
But orphans have to make it on their own
They don’t belong
They don’t have a home
Until a loving person
Walking in the door
Can offer them security
And please God so much more
Brian Fahy
11 March 2022
Erris Poetry 