How long must she stand

Before the ground gives way

To an endless fall

She can feel this

War on her face

Stars on her pillow

Folding in the darkness

Begging for slumber



I'm not blind

I can see it coming

Looks like lightning

In my child's eye



I'm not frantic

I can feel it coming

Violently shakes

My body



Her son's slanted

Always giving her

The sideways eye

An empty chair where Dad sits

How loud can silence get?

And Mom, she reassures

To contain him

But it's becoming a lie



She tells herself

And everyone else

Father is risking

His life for our freedoms



I'm not blind

I can see it coming

Looks like lightning

In my childs eye



I'm not frantic

I can feel it coming

Darling you'll save me

If you save yourself