Her dark hands, rough and bony
Smooth a sleeping child’s coarse hair
As darkness settles over the village
And contented sighs accompany the crickets’ chorus.
Now, all is well.
Once, all was not well.
Unexpected gunshots.
Screams of terror.
Both are discordant with songs of joy and peace.
Her desperate goodbyes.
His final breath.
That day, all of heaven rejoiced and welcomed him home.
Once, all was not well.
And, yet, the crickets chirp.
Day still comes and goes.
Her quiet songs still paint the children’s dreams.
But she cannot forget.
Light pierces through the holes that still mar the church roof.
Like eyes, they stare-
Reminding her of what might have been.
But the children’s dark, sparkling eyes gaze into hers-
Reminding her of what she still has.
Smooth a sleeping child’s coarse hair
As darkness settles over the village
And contented sighs accompany the crickets’ chorus.
Now, all is well.
Once, all was not well.
Unexpected gunshots.
Screams of terror.
Both are discordant with songs of joy and peace.
Her desperate goodbyes.
His final breath.
That day, all of heaven rejoiced and welcomed him home.
Once, all was not well.
And, yet, the crickets chirp.
Day still comes and goes.
Her quiet songs still paint the children’s dreams.
But she cannot forget.
Light pierces through the holes that still mar the church roof.
Like eyes, they stare-
Reminding her of what might have been.
But the children’s dark, sparkling eyes gaze into hers-
Reminding her of what she still has.
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