Fay Slimm.

That Half-Smile

 

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.