All laugh and play
In a universal language
Even when winds of war destroy
Sad, but true. Oh, to be a child again and carefree.
True words, Mama. The poem was inspired by a photo of my third son, who once served in Bosnian and Kosovo. The picture is of him in uniform with so many children–they look so happy. Even though their country was torn by war.
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