Day 240

Where can they play
now that everything they knew is gone?
The field where they threw balls back and forth.
The garden where they chased each other.
The small corner of the room
where their sister rocked her doll.
The sunlight today taunts them,
the warmth of late spring.
Once there were quiet mornings.
Once the days unfolded, hour by hour,
in a rhythm they could trust.