Fireworks

[yuka]

The fireworks are very beautiful
But she is unable to see them
For her, the fireworks
Are but some terrible sound
Somewhat similar to guns
She sits alone on a board
That is her little bed
Covered with clean bedding
She presses hands over her ears
Every time when the fireworks crack
To endeavor to control her trembling
Lest it should startle the kind woman
Who is a rubbish collector
She call her mom
Yet she knew as she very little
She had her own mother
But nobody told her
Where she had gone

[Bar22do]

Very moving, Yuka (in L5 you don't need "which") - children of wars... no, they can't enjoy fireworks.

[yuka]

Very moving, Yuka (in L5 you don't need "which") - children of wars... no, they can't enjoy fireworks.

Thank you Bar.

Don't need 'which', ok, edited it. thanks.

[qimissung]

Your poetry is always sweetly moving and highly poignant, Yuka. You are like the blind girl, yourself, your gentle fingers moving over our faces.

[yuka]

Your poetry is always sweetly moving and highly poignant, Yuka. You are like the blind girl, yourself, your gentle fingers moving over our faces.

Thank you Qim, for your such a sweet comment. I am glad you enjoy it.