A little girl is waiting,
Sitting on her bedroom floor.
She knows her
world is darkening.
Her father goes to war.
She sees her mother
crying
In the middle of the night.
Her older brother says good bye
And
he goes off to fight.
She doesn't understand it.
She misses them so
much;
Her brother's constant teasing,
Her father's gentle
touch.
Her mother's joyous laughter
Is never heard these days.
Her
life is so much sadder now
In so many, senseless ways.
She soon
becomes a shadow
Of emptiness and pain,
Wondering if her family
Could
be whole again.
It is a war for freedom.
She sees it in the
news.
But nobody has asked about
A small girls point of view.
© Pam H. Murray 2001
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