“ooshkut
Emily
This is a day of enormous joy and relief for Emily Hand and her family. An innocent child who was lost has now been found and returned, and we breathe a massive sigh of relief. Our prayers have been answered.
“Ooshkut,” she whispers. “Silence.”
The only word she has learned
In the long weeks of captivity.
A tiny child, the kind
that fairies would lure
with stolen berries in the woods
to dance all night
in their magic ring.
But she was wakened in her cot
and dragged to places
she dare not tell,
redeemed by chance
from a world more full of weeping
Than she can understand
to her father’s trembling arms
and whispers still
“Ooshkut.”