The morning birds chirped as the morning air moves across your face. A sudden sound ends the quietness of the room. Adults rush, voices filled with fear. A ten year old scared in borrowed walls it did not seem real.
News outside travelled faster than children could understand. The world outside seemed like it crumbled into fragments. Safety felt as thin as wet paper history had stepped in the way of a child’s day. It did not feel real.
Years later the memory still makes her tremble softly, gratitude grows from learn from this new trauma compassion grows wider with time and learning the truth. Small lives now lost some small lives now changed and will begin to bloom. It still…did not feel real.
I am still alive
Chugging still
Covered in film
I am still alive
Wet and changed
The sky is clear
I am still alive
Look,
Do you see?
It’s everything you want
On that day, my childhood came to an end
It is a miracle we didn’t attend
The church that got bombed with many lifeless souls
Oh, The world is so cold
On that day, my childhood came to an end
I remember 1963 vividly losing my childhood friend
And now it’s a memory I just can’t comprehend
Without no one left to fend
On that day, my childhood came to an end
The echos of that pain still never bend
A broken past no time can ever mend
On that day my innocence was sent
Denise - The memory of her smile remains,
A moment etched deep in my brain,
A pretty girl in innocence bright,
Forever shining through the light.
Her face, a symbol of pure grace,
A gentle glow I can’t replace,
Though chaos struck that fateful day,
Her memory lights up my way.
In every tear, in every prayer,
Her smile whispers she’s still here,
A hope that never fades away,
Reminding us to seek that day.