The snow is falling, deeper deeper
burying the world in a temporary quiet
lasting not but one day.

For that one day, the world will be
peaceful, quiet fun
The kids will scream and run
sledding down an imaginary hill

I sit and wait for spring to come
no more snow, I want to play
to walk to the park to play with
friends, then comes summer
we'll play some more,
when autumn comes we'll rake the
leaves, and jump on the
imagined monsters.

Once again comes winter,
the snowy, icy winter
And I will sit and wait for spring.

Stress is growing
brother phoning
from the sandy war zone
telling tales of racing
hum-vees through the desert

possible mine field,
come back when it's
known to be safe.
Don't bring the kids with you
especially the boy, don't want
them anywhere near the Army
he tells me.

It's 6am here, what time
in Najaf? Remote control
car got him in trouble, made
people angry, but the kids
there chased it around
had fun.

Can't wait for the brother
to be home safe. Can't wait
to be sure he's ok.
Hoping that the other
brother will grow up