I kiss his head and hug him tight.
The same age as Aylan Kurdi,
In the same place where Aylan should be.
Instead his family go through hell instead.
The horrible terror that forced them to flee,
To find a better place for their family.
The country they fled and the happiness it steals.
Seeking shelter, food and a home without war,
They still haven't found it and their hearts are now poor.
The perilous journeys where most don't succeed.
The loss of life and the crisis unfolding,
No clue at what their future is holding.
What if it was your own family.
Would you stay in a country rife with war,
Or carry your family to safety on a distant shore.
It's easy to hide from the horror we see.
Please don't ignore it or hide it from sight,
We need to act now, dear Aylan sleep tight.