Author’s Note: I will never forget the phone call. 24-hour standby. On alert. from my daughter Sandra over Desert Storm, and from her and her brother, Toby, in the same week over Bosnia. I write this for them.
SEND MY CHILDREN HOME
I heard bad news
It was in the same week.
I fell to my knees
And I couldn't speak.
Oh God, its my children
They are both on alert.
Let them come home
And not be hurt.
There's war going on
and its in full force.
Some souls are dying.
Isn't there recourse?
In their tender years
They are facing too much.
Bring humans together
because enough is enough.
There's no greater hell
than the loss of a child,
unable to touch them
or to see their smile.
Oh God, with your powers,
please take control.
Stop all this madness.
Let our children come home.