16 May 2012
© ZuperZed
I will tell you now a story, about this little boy. Age of eleven, sleeping with his favourite toy.
Cold winter night, he had the sweetest dream. Image fades away, interrupted by a scream.
He remembers waking up, something wasn't right. Mom tapping his shoulder, in the middle of the night.
"We have to seek shelter. No time for self-pity!" He heard the sirens loud and clear, they're about to bomb the city.
Running down the stairs, he saw mom shed a tear. Trying hard to keep calm, eyes filled with fear.
They sat there in the cellar, you could almost smell the sorrow. The boy asked his dad, "Will we live to see tomorrow?"
"Listen closely son, believe me when I say. Don't you be afraid, we will live another day."
If you haven't figured it out, I'm that little boy. Some day I'll tell you a story, about my favourite toy.
Shelter • Opuss № I