I feel a sadness in my soul
aching and spreading and filling
my eyes with the unfallen tears, the
unheard cries of children without mothers to hug
and mothers without children to hold.
I cry for the little girl who takes
her last breath and stares at her
brother with big, empty eyes, once
so full of life and glittering with
tears, glowing with the light of fireflies.
I cry for the boy who did everything
he could and still it wasn’t enough, who
bites his lip and tries to stop the tears
from falling even as he sits beside the fire
that swallows his sister and carries her into the sky.
I cry for what was, I cry for what
could have been, and I cry for what will
be… but mostly I just cry for the children,
for the sparks that dance along the dark
horizon and for the hope that dies with the sunrise.