Last night I saw again your big brown eyes
You always look at the camera in big surprise
Whenever there's news of a shot or a blast
I see you as the camera swings past
There you are behind someone's skirt
I see your face all covered in dirt
Do you know that when I see you I reach out my hands
If only you knew how I stretch over your desert sands
I send you my love over wires and air
But you don't even know that I am here
If I could travel through time and space
I'd make a light shine from your face
Take my hands and let's go for a walk
We'll look around and we'll just talk
But I know that you'll just show me the last shell mark
And you'll tell me how you cry when bombs fall in the dark
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For me this poem reflects your compassion.
This is a sad poem. I can't read it without my throat tightening. Children are made to be hugged.
What greater joy can there be than to see laughter in the eyes of a child?
Thank you for sharing this moment.