Egg Shells

Tip

toe

with care

As you traverse the shards

Scattered across

The battlefield.

Tip

toe

with care

And paint crimson footprints

Among the mines

He places there.

Tip

toe

with them

Warm in your arms, asleep,

With tiny feet

Spotless and pink

Tip

toe

for him

As his mortar shells rain.

Each step taken,

You bleed for peace.