Lenora Rain-Lee Good

Little Boys and War

 

I was six; brother was five.
Papa was gone to war.
Planes roared overhead
Racing for the city,
Our farmhouse shook;
Dishes crashed on the floor.

Mama screamed and
Called us to her.
In the roar, we wouldn’t hear,
And rushed outside
To watch the show.

Could we really see the bombs
As they flew toward the city?
“There! There!” we’d yell
As planes swooshed low
And dirt blossomed upward
And lives and property
Were destroyed for our enjoyment.

And mama screamed
And called us to her bosom.
This time, we answered her tears with,
“Mama, it’s so exciting!”

 

 

“Little Boys and War” is reprinted from Cradle Songs, An Anthology of Poems on Motherhood edited by Sharmagne Leland–St. John and Rachelle Yousuf.

 

 

Lenora Rain-Lee Good lives and writes in Kennewick, Washington. She shares her abode with her cat, Tashiko Akuma Pestini and a small Chihuahua she calls her Pit Bullet. She has sold and published three Young Adult novels, numerous short stories, and poems.

 


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8 thoughts on “Lenora Rain-Lee Good

  1. Many years ago I had to lock the doors to keep a two-year-old from going outside to watch the tanks go by, and the five-year-old was entranced by tracer bullets at night. I always thought it was better than having them worried and anxious.

    Lovely poem.

  2. A fine poem, very evocative of the excitement of the children, the thrill of seeing the planes and explosions–and capturing the innocence of children too young to know death–Great!

    • Thank you, my friend. It’s based on a story a friend told me about when he and his brother were little and a war was going on.

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