Flowers and Cries: NaPoWriMo

I can’t ask where have all the flowers gone,

they’re here for now,

waiting patiently through April showers,

lifting their faces to the sun

like baby chicks in the nest

trusting their parents to feed them,

trusting there is food,

we open the windows to spring breezes,

to birdsong

but the wind sighs

carries the cries,

the children who have died


We watch the rain fall,

(blood in the puddles)

the angel of death does not pass over,

but stops, rests awhile,

heedless of petty differences,

all are mortal,

we open our windows

no birdsong,

only twittering and tweets,

as the rooster puffs his chest,


it is spring,

but winter darkness falls,

the air carries a foul odor,

gas and genocide,

and the wind sighs

carries the cries

the children who have died


My friend says it’s a good day to cook

and so, I make some soup

bake some bread,

chop and stir and knead,

there is food for us,

outside, there are flowers still,

but then I sigh

I hear the cries,

the children who have died




NaPoWriMo, Day 7.  I’m off prompt today.






16 thoughts on “Flowers and Cries: NaPoWriMo

  1. I think we’re all off prompt. This is a beautiful and heartbreaking response.

    I saw your note about the cookbook and I’ll be purchasing it soon. Thank you for mentioning it. Your bread and soup look so delicious. Food for the soul, too, I think.

  2. We’ll always have people who need rescuing, unfortunately. Flowers and food may not be the panacea, but they certainly take the edge off the anxiety.
    Well written, Merril.

  3. Syrian soup sounds lovely, but may not make anything feel better. Unfortunately, this is one of many horrors around us. Even from a distance it hits (socks) you in the chest and all our air is expelled!
    The babies are so often the victims, Merril. On a side note, my ex-husband served in both Japan and Cambodia. Operation Babylift. He went to the Hiroshima museum to see what our bombs did on their city (and of course Nagasaki) He cried when he saw a baby doll with melted parts and imagined the child who had held it. Horrors are never too far from us. . . So sad about the chemicals on top of children.

    • It is all so horrible, Robin. Every single war, and we just seem to improve the ways we’re able to kill people. I’m sure what your ex-husband saw stayed with him.
      Yes, you are right that soup might not make people feel better (though again, it might). Money from this cookbook though goes to organizations that help feed people in Syria.

  4. There is not much in the news these days to smile about. Syria is so heartbreaking because it goes on and on. When did I do that first headline haiku embroidery, a father holding his dead child? Must have been 2 years ago, and that was not even close to the beginning. Beautifully expressed. (K)

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