Our Children by Judy Pinson   Sunshine water splashing wild, delighted giggles soccer on green grass a bandaid for a knee sweet unhurried childhood our children... well...no... not Bosnia not those children the eyes have seen too much they have that look. I mean our children outgrown shoes the lisp of missing teeth the bedtime hug... no...not Ireland not those children the bombs, the guns, the loss is written on their faces. I mean our children shared secrets homework hushed phone whispers... no...not the West Bank not those children the strong arms hurling stones those hate-filled eyes are not a child's. I mean our children first love a driver's license braces and broken hearts a forever future... no...not Paducah no...not Jonesboro not those children I mean our children no...not Thurston no...   previous / OWP / Home Page / email / next