Innocence and The Loss Of It

Innocence and The Loss Of It

A Story by Jheart

a Writing from 9/11/2001


Innocence and The Loss Of It

I was watching my grand daughter
sleep during the night,
and it occurred to me
there are still many things
she hasn't seen at 3 years old.......thankfully

She knows Big Bird and Barney
but not Bin Laden,

She knows what a tricycle is, and toys,
but not terrorism or taliban,

She knows Gramma & Grampa,
but not grief and suffering,

She will always know love,
and I pray she will never know loneliness
like so many surviving children from the WTC

When she goes to preschool,
they teach her to share and be friends....
not to fight

Sometimes she cries when she falls down,
but there is always
someone there to pick her up....
and to kiss her and make it all better....
There are many children
that don't have that luxury any more.

She goes to bed
with her Teddy Bear at night....
and feels safe with him....
Why in the world should she feel any different?

Any child should feel safe.....
every day, every night....
Safe in the knowledge
that Mommy and Daddy
will always be there to protect them.
Safe in the knowledge
that no one from another country
would try to inflict mass destruction.
Children dont know any better
at three years old,
and I dont want her
to know any different<3

One thing she will find out about
as soon as she's old enough to understand?

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These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms

Through these fields of destruction
Baptism of fire
I've watched all your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones

Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms

Brothers In Arms

© 2010 Jheart

Author's Note

This was written a couple days after 9/11/ grand daughter was visiting and I could not help but notice how nice she was playing, and didnt know anything about what hyad happened......thankfully.

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Added on September 6, 2010
Last Updated on September 11, 2010



Buffalo Area, NY

Late 50's, only started writing when I was in my late 40's-never too old to start I guess. Have my own book of poetry published. "In So Many Words".... more..

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