a little girl looked at her dad <br />she asked him why he looked so sad, <br />just stood there, blank, <br />not saying a word <br />the little girl, hoped he’d heard <br /> <br />a tear rolled down her pale white cheek <br />onto a granite headstone, which cannot speak.<br /><br />Mark Christmas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whose-casualties-of-what-war/
