This evening watching M*A*S*H with the kids 
I was asked by my almost 11 year old son 
“What is more difficult: being a soldier or being a doctor in a war
Is it more difficult to die or to watch someone else, helpless?”
Is it more difficult to die or to watch someone else, helpless?”
And time once again compressed itself Like the Knight Bus 
I was back in 1971 Windows papered with brown and black 
Dinner at 6, something unknown 
And the misplaced thrill of a 5 year old’s heart
for long shadows from candle light
for long shadows from candle light
Not knowing the seriousness 
Of War, or Death The buzz, 
the whine of planes overhead 
Like so many bees 
Hiding under covers and thinking 
Who are these people? 
Do they even know I am here
a tiny speck, a real person
and that I love puppies, chocolate and
a tiny speck, a real person
and that I love puppies, chocolate and
to walk on the beach with my father? 
Today we are sisters, you and I 
and sit at the same table 
I teach your child
I hold your hand 
when you weep for his struggles 
Or yearn for her success 
And somewhere in the gathering dusk we remember the same war 
We smile at our fears as we share memories with our children 
And we comfort the girls that we were 
On either side of that border 
We move on with our lives and 
We pray that our children 
never ever have to face those fears 
as we yearn for the rains of our long-lost homes 
We pray that we are safe together 
You and I.
 
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