He was five years old
He wasn’t home
his toys held captive in the lonely shell of his broken home
he turned to his mom one day and said,
“Mommy, when will we go home?”
she can’t answer that
She can’t tell her little baby boy that their home is destroyed
She turns to him and says,
“I don’t know”
she turns and walks into the other room
trying not to let him see her upset
He’s only her little baby boy