Alan Whitehorn: An Old Woman Reaches Out

Tear upon tear flow,
one by one
seemingly forever.
But ever so slowly
each tear also releases:
first the fear, then the anger,
next the frustration,
and lastly the despair.
And so eventually,
one day a child is born.
An elderly woman’s
weathered hand
reaches out
and gently touches
a young infant’s
tiny fingers.
At that precious moment,
hope and love begin anew.
In touching the hand
of the newborn Anoush,
my metzmama Siroun
could see a better and happier future.
In the end,
love prevailed over hate,
and life over death.

Alan Whitehorn