We were just little children <br />In war torn wayside lanes <br />Yet roses were still blooming <br />In fields of pink and white <br /> <br />The little goats were grazing <br />In yards of villagers <br />Providing milk and cheeses <br />When all the stores were closed <br /> <br />I wished that some kind housewife <br />Would offer me a rose <br />A pretty one and fragrant <br />But none stretched forth her hand <br /> <br />I wondered what it felt like <br />To drink some fresh, warm milk <br />Or taste a slice of white cheese <br />On bread so dark and thick <br /> <br />But none was there to offer <br />A crumb or cup of milk <br />For I was way too bashful <br />And would have run away <br /> <br />We were just little children <br />In war torn wayside lanes <br />Yet roses were still blooming <br />In fields of pink and white.<br /><br />Liilia Talts Morrison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-child-s-wish-2/
