AND WHAT TOMORROW-

This is my home.
Yesterday I played here,
Milking the moon
And mixing a bowl of stars
With whipping cream.
Yesterday I giggled at a game
    of war,   
For we used rubber darts, and
    prisoners were released
By dinner time.
Yesterday is gone.

Today I woke with tears upon my face
And nightmares in my head.
Today there are no stars,
And war is blood and horror
With eyes that see but never
    understand.


		Lucille Hamilton