Holding Mama’s hand
The sun blistering my face, my body
My feet burning in the sand
My throat scorched
Nothing to drink
But Mama held my hand
In the middle of the Arizona desert
Waiting for Jesus to save us
No cross
No crown of thorns
No white robe
In the middle of the Arizona desert;
Instead,
Sirens
Flashing lights
Fear,
But finally, the gentle hand
Of a stranger
Carrying me to safety
To a new home
With Grandma, Grandpa, Sisters
Dogs
Art
Music
Safety
Faith
And
Love
In the middle of the Arizona desert