It was a dark and stormy night and we were heading out of town, and mama said,
“Oh honey, don’t let it get you down. The army’s hiding; they won’t come out for another week or two. They need a legal explanation to do what they would do. But you’d best stay quiet, and clutch your favourite TOY.
“Uśpiewam ci piosenke, ale mała nie mów nic i sieć. Bo wojsko lubi spiewać, ale obce dziecko zasługuje miecz.”
And so I sat and listened carefully to everything she said, and whispered in my teddy’s ear: “I won’t abandon you for dead.” And I stayed quiet, and clutched my favourite TOY.
And now it’s over. We have a lovely house in the suburbs where it’s sane. The world is stronger. Forgotten toys are better left forgotten with the pain…