A Kiss


A Kiss


I placed a gentle kiss on his forehead

to wake him as I always did

stroking his skin, whispering

“It’s time for school.”


Always he awoke with smiling eyes

looking into mine.

It never failed, even as a Cadet

until now.


He does not stir.

He lies beneath

the earth divided by brutal borders.

Doomed to die before he could live.


Tell me why?

Why nurse him, nurture him,

cherish him?

Why give him life at all?


Today’s Napowrimo challenge was to write a poem that ended on a question. My question asks what is the point of war? When will it stop?

army boots - A kiss