bells rang five tolls
distance between their song
and me perhaps a kiss away
my flower pots smiling in the breeze
mocha coffee afoot
birds tweeting in the trees
warm shower gentle floors
romantic candles scented in rose
walls steady pictures hung tall
my favorite visions
soft bedding for my tired back
freedom of my thoughts
sliding through my throat
yet i just want to bury my head
hoping that those little hands
cup magic pysanky again
instead of covering those
sad button eyes on their teddy bears
when the bombs go off