Sunny Afternoon
By Mark Barabasz
Sun shines brightly as my daughter lies in the grass
quiet afternoon in suburban Seattle
her hair shiny, her skin smooth, fingers small
easy lift of her chest as she naps in the yard
I cover her with a parasol; her skin might burn,
I will do anything to protect her
Sun shines brightly as my daughter lies in the grass
the sound is deafening in suburban Baghdad
her hair matted with blood, skin torn, fingers ripped
her chest heaves as she struggles to stay alive
I cover her with a blanket, her skin burned
I could not protect her…
taken from: http://poetsagainstthewar.org/displaypoem.asp?AuthorID=29183#453085648
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
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