Made stronger with intent and clarity, with purpose.
Like any mother she was frantic, bellowing, eyes wide-crazed
and her size, her color, her shape didn’t matter.
You stepped up. Shouldered her baby from the trench,
too weak from scrambling, unanswered cries.
Had hysterical adrenaline kicked in? What made you
hoist a baby elephant – terrified and trembling
onto your shoulders, a load beyond your own weight?
Was it pity? No.
I prefer to think compassion drove you. A gut-wrenching,
essential need bound to make a difference.
© Melinda Rizzo
Melinda Rizzo is a freelance reporter who lives in Quakertown, PA. She loves telling great stories - every story is a great story. Visit her website at www.melindarizzowriter.com
