The Day the Missiles Met: The End: " I was just rocking my child to sleep as he looked up to me and said, "Mommy, where is the planet earth? Are all of the people dead?" I said, "Oh, baby, long ago her beauty came so naturally, that there are few that have survived along with you and me. For no one knew that measure time, that they had to love, for it was taken from us all, from those who couldn't give. They planted all the missiles under the hills of snow. We all just went on living, not knowing they would blow. The night of all the destruction is very hard to forget. For, so many were surprised by death; THE DAY THE MISSILES MET. The babies were all crying and the people they all fled. The Mothers held their babies to find that they were dead. The mountain's and the buildings, their beauty stood very tall, but... never did we realize, that someday they would fall. We used to have a sun dear, that filled the earth with warmth and cheer, but now e have the clouds of gray, which have fallen upon us here. The children use to have parks to play and zoos, schools, churches, and such. And, I'll be damned; they cleared it all away, with just one simple touch. And then my son took my hand and said, "Mommy, when I grow up, this is what I am going to do. I will work very hard every day to build a pretty earth for you." As my child lay sleeping, I noticed a tear on his cheek, roll down onto the floor. For the message his mommy gave to him that day, was that she didn't like it here no more. And, so this reality had hit me very hard between my chest. To speak my fears unto my child, of THE DAY THE MISSILES MET! |
