You stopped me as I Looked up from the Daisies Where I had fallen In the chaos. You said not to Trouble myself With your Disaster. Lie there, tiny girl, Don't Look Up from your daisies.
You hid me as I Stared from the small Crack in the door In the nighttime. You said not to Look for problems where There are none. Stay put, tiny girl, And Dream of daisies.
You sheltered me from the Bright lights that flashed Above my head Under the stars. You said not to Worry about our fires Or bang bang in the night. Cover yourself, tiny girl, In the Safety of the daisies.
You protected me from the Shrill screams that echoed From here to there, and I did not See her when she fell beside me. Nor did I watch him as he Slept before me Nor did I hear her when she Screamed for me. No you told me to stay with the Daisies. I was too young to feel pain. But I miss her and I don't understand Why happiness was taken away Why the Daisies Were all that were left In its place.
I told you I would tell the truth, but not always the truth about me. I know the pain of being small and protected, but I never knew the extent to which this girl has suffered it. Could you explain war to such a tiny girl? Should you? Or is ignorance easier for all? These are the questions I am trying to raise here. Is it fair to leave someone so confused, or is it wrong to burden them with the truth?