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Jun 2012
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?
Written by
Alma Claire
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