A MOTHER AND HER SON

Here I am sitting amongst the ruins of the land 
On my knee is my son gently holding my hand 
No more tears are left to fall down our faces 
Shops and houses are now just empty spaces 

My son looks to me looking for a solution
Kisses on his cheek is my only contribution 
Where do we go from here I think to myself 
Have to protect my son and look after my health 

The reminders of war are both harsh and stark
Bullets and bombs both leave a devastating mark
This is just one tale of a worried mother and son
Many more like her before any war is done