Lost Girl.
Tuesday 4th September 2018.
Many of those resettled in Hastings are children; children who have been through trauma, who have seen unspeakable things. Yet they laugh and smile and play as children do. Their strength and happiness are a constant source of joy to all of us involved in the various projects.
This poem was written by Ghalia, only 14 years old, who came to Hastings in 2016.
Lost girl
by Ghalia, Syria
This girl you see
She was not a refugee
But just a child
who loved to read
To walk with grandma
by the sea
The night were loud
They had to flee
So Now
we call her a refugee
She’s a child
But may she be free
She could be you
She could be Me.