That Half-Smile.
I catch somehow
the view
of inside tears in eyes
that peer
forlornly from her
youthful brow.
Behind that half-smile
bravely
shown for a camera
lens she stands
denying pretence
as
all the while
endless
rising red dust
surrounds the sound
of home
falling,
wall by broken wall,
but
face it she must.
Homeless now,
with age-old foresight
the girl ,
with sobbing child
becomes aware
her world has stopped
for another bomb
has in error
been dropped.