I left my doll

here was my bed

and my favorite book

about a Little Red Riding Hood

there was my little brother’s bed

and his miniature green army

there, with dignity the little men stood

here falls the shop

I buy my candies from

and the streets that

ate from my flip flop

here flew my best friend

with angel wings to the skies

I still speak to her

as I silence my heart that cries

I am not aware

of the numbers

and what they call

the death toll

I just wish I knew

the sky would fall

I would’ve run

to take my doll