Broken-hearted
My heart is irreparably broken.
It can never be repaired.
The children call out to me
Their anguished cries, their broken, torn bodies, missing limbs,
Childhoods forever crippled by hate.
Parents should not have to watch their children die in endless torment.
As I look at my son, I see the reflection of the children in his eyes, and I cannot imagine the grief that their parents feel.
When the grief fades it will be replaced by an empty space where the love for a child used to dwell.
A space that can never be filled,
That will torture survivors for the rest of their lives.
My heart is irreparably broken for Gaza.