a letter to you.

I saw your truth

with a child’s eyes

each plate thrown

 a bomb

an explosion

we were only civilians.

But all these years

This remains unquestioned:

How a mother,

If that’s what you would like to call it,

Could allow her children

To watch her

Attempt

To meet death.

The reapers black eyes

Staring back at them

In pill form.

Perhaps you have just had enough.

Please forgive me if this is true

But as the war raged on

In this poor home

You’d forgotten

The casualties

You had taken with you.