Part 1

I love my Mamma
She is my dear twin sister,
We love each other!

Two little girls
Everyday would play in grass,
Wind blowing their skirts!

Sweet breezes stirring
Would always caress their face,
In the warm sunshine.

Outside in the rain
Raindrops would kiss their fair cheeks,
Two sweet twin sisters.

*~Marian~

Gold blends with strawberry hues
deepening into crimson
Kaleidoscope of colours
Shimmering fresh hope.

**~Hilda~

Under what true blue sky, are hell's shelled missiles fired?
On the other side, no picnic apple pie, summer sunsets

In our firecracker skies we remember to forget

For them, they'll be no strawberry rows ripening on the vine
or swimming pool party slip and slides
Children of war are born to die.




please can humans stop this some day