The sound of bagpipes,
echo between the mountains,
forcing breath into my lungs.
I gasp a silent prayer,
while waiting for the armies,
to find my broken bones,
in a pile of ash.
My golden ring shimmers,
in the pile of black dust,
and I wonder,
when it got lost.
When did life fall apart like this?
When did my name,
vanish on the eastern wind?
My heart longs for life,
but between the fire of guns,
I wait for God to find,
the remainder of my self.
A butterfly flutters softly,
caries daisies in her hands,
and I see the light of the sun,
like a warm September afternoon,
embrace my shattered heart.
Here in the arms of Love,
between nails of blood,
I find compassion,
in its finest form,
and a place,
to call my home!

I wrote this poem as a dedication to all the innocent victims of war throughout the ages!
With love, Gineke.