(Untitled)
by Becky Brown
Early 1940's

Copyright © 2001 by Margaret Rebekah Brown Martz. All rights reserved. Reproduction without permission is forbidden.

I look at my son with love My small happy son who runs lightly on his toes For two years bombs have fallen Days and nights follow each other screaming For many mothers who look at their sons with love. Here in the land America While those years shrieked in Europe In my small tidy house I have borne my son joyously And he has learned to run laughing through sunbeams. Nothing can take from him now That his eyes looked first upon laughter That he walked first in singing light That his lips spoke their first sound in love Though the bombs may yet seek him in hate.