
Writing from abroad

If Only They Had Time to Get Older
One dayI’ve got –Them.Funny, clumsy, crying.Kids.Cubs. Dayspassed.My cubs played.They grew strong, beautiful, shining.Kind. And thenthatdaycame. When angry menpointed their gunsto shoot at us.They were not hungry, they justthoughtthatwithout ustheir worldwould get better. I jumpedUpI sprang into