She was woken by a bell
In quick successions it fell
On her ears like a bad alarm
But it was from next door by an insistent arm.
The door did not open sadly.
The bell ringer went on with it madly.
She wondered if someone had died
Locked in with the hopes life had denied.
She gave up on sleep and climbed out
Smoke curled out sadly from the teapot's spout
"There's a mail from Germany,
They want to amputate his leg from below the knee."
Her mother looked frail with her morning cup
There were tears welling up.
"He is not interested in world politics anymore, she writes
"But news from his beloved family, do apprise."
"Reply to that mail please, " her mother insists
"I couldn't do it, it's breaking my heart in bits."
She replied like a well oiled machine,
Her heart had stopped working bathed in pain's sheen.
She watered the plants and noticed two flowers
That had started blooming in the late night hours
A prayer for the suffering was planted in each
I'll water this every day, till peace is within their reach.