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WHEN I WAS A CHILD…
A Poem by Craig Froman
Thoughts that came to me after the Fort Hood shootings… longing for peace… 
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When I was a child,
it’s strange,
I know,
but no one ever died,
and the world
was yellow…
All the families
were happy…
and each sunrise
brought bright
enchantments…
Oh… I argued every
now and then
with my friends
but in minutes
it was all forgotten
and we were back
saving the world again
together…
I didn’t hear
all the yelling
in my neighbor’s house
when darkness fell…
I didn’t know
that my friend’s father
shot his mother
than killed himself…
I didn’t realize
all the pain
I would feel
as day turned
to night
and my tattered
memories turned
deep gray…
Maybe I was blind
when I was a child…
Maybe I was a fool
to see only
happy faces
feel only
the warmth
of friendship
in the world
around me.
Or perhaps
maybe I
saw things
I simply can
no longer see…
Maybe each
new sunrise
really is enchanted
and somehow
we all need
to come back
across ten
thousand
scarlet skies…
Maybe there can
be a world
filled with peace…
I want to believe it…
When I was a child
it’s strange
I know…
No one ever died…
© 2009 Craig Froman
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