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Perry Ritthaler grew up in western Canada and now resides in Creston, British Columbia. After his formal education he developed an interest in poetry, motivational psychology and researched Neuro Linguistics and Psycho Cybernetics for many years which led to the writing of his many published e-books.

The Ones We Loved

The sun is shining in the beautiful blue sky

Our family’s having dinner when we hear the planes fly by

The television reported Iraq was attacked today

My papa looks worried and has forbidden us to play

We have all lived together in the same house for years

I have never seen a war so my papa helps me deal with my fears

My mom died last year so my papa is all that’s left to love

He is my hero that created me with help from Allah above

The bomb blasts sound loud and appear so near

My papa tells us to go into the basement, tells me to sit there

My little sister and I are afraid of the war we face

Papa told us now is the time to be brave and sit in this place

He told me these steel poles are the strongest part of the house

I watched my papa go upstairs while we all act quiet as a mouse

My little sister starts to cry quietly so I hold her close to me

I hear the front door close and I am curious to see

Suddenly the house shakes from a terrible blast in the yard

My sister and I are so curious but we must sit though it’s hard

Then silence fills the air and I cry out “Papa, are you there?”

I hear no answer from my papa and I think this is not fair

After ten minutes we can no longer sit on the hard chair

My papa told us to sit here but I am so curious I don’t care

Quietly my sister and I creep up the stairs and open the door

We look so innocent and are curious to see more

My papa is not in the house and I wonder why

The air smells awful and I am scared and start to cry

I call out to papa, hear no response and I wonder why

Tears are rolling down my face, I cry “Papa, did you die?”

I look outside through a window and the blue sky has turned black

I see rain falling in the air and suddenly my sister touches my back

I jump from being scared, feeling unprepared for this war

Smoke is being washed out of the air and I want to see more

I can see burnt grass and a huge crater in the backyard

Everything beautiful now looks burned and charred

I walk outside to see the yard and I am scared

Walking around the burned yard I feel so unprepared

I am looking for my papa and find his body parts lying everywhere

A burnt skin smell fills the air, his burned skin removed papa’s hair

Smells of my dead papa make me sick to my stomach and I cry

My little sister and I are all alone and cry “Why’d our papa have to die?”

My sister’s body is shaking and she falls to the ground

A bomb has fallen close by and my sister makes no sound

She is not moving, then she cries and moans in pain

I help her up and carry her into the house through the rain

My little sister and I do not know what to do about the war

We are all alone in this empty house and we cry even more

I feel hungry and the food we have left us will not last

The night passes fast; we awaken hungry and eat fast

The city close to us is on fire as black smoke rises into the sky

The beautiful blue sky is full of smoke, clouds sent way up high

We have one friend to phone but the phone is dead

I am afraid to walk far in case I catch a stray bullet in my head

A week has passed and I cry when I think of my papa that died

I miss my mom who would help me when I cried

My love for my mom is so strong that I need to see where she rests

As I go to the grave I see kids with bullet wounds in their chests

I cry when I go into the graveyard to visit my momma’s grave

This is the only symbol of my family that I have left to save

The pieces of papa soon rotted in the heat of the yard

Watching the flies and insects eat my papa’s parts felt hard

Now we have no more school and barely food to eat

Most days we spend playing in the war-torn street

When I grow up I will avenge my papa’s death through war

Someday I will grow big and strong and settle the score