No More

Sun pours past the fridge door into our home.
A robin sings by the window.
I love this time.
You reply in the same breath:
Our moment of morning...
We smile.
All is hope and wonder.
I want to stay here, with you.
For the rest of our days.
We hold hands across the kitchen table.
We three will make our lives here.

. . .

In war, all that is left of a young family's love...