Lying on the floor for protection from the gunman outside,
my mother started to pray aloud to give us all comfort,
a shield from the danger of ricocheting or rogue bullets.
The sniper was shooting at soldiers, using our wall to hide.
Heartstopping, deafening clunks and bangs attacked our nerves,
repetitive rifle discharge and reactivating sounds
interwoven oddly with Our Fathers and Hail Marys,
as she prayed hard, almost begging, calling on her faith's reserves.