A child called Sarah,
Whom I did not know could speak,
Who grew as I held her.
Carried carefully across rooftops
And became a kitten.

Broken buildings,
Rennovation with hammer
And tongs.
Tearing up barbed wire
And iron sheet.

The community,
Building a sandpit
And a swimming pool,
From a vacant lot
For the summer.

While the adults
Picked their way
Between the shells
Which had been houses,
Followed by cartoons.


Author: agw

Amateur poet and writer who aspires to write more... https://www.instagram.com/learningtolovethesilence/

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