A Child's Teddy

Waking to a rumbling,
Sounds fo war.
Looking out the window
I see . . .
Tanks shiny and dark
Looming out of place
On our little streets.
As they haphazardly go
I look down at my teddy
Straight in the eyes;
His glassy eyes staring deep into me.
Just as the tanks push
Deep through our town.
Holding
Teddy close to my chest.
Soldiers start marching down the streets
Into houses!
Who are those men?
Why are they here?
I ask momma as
I pull teddy closer,
Shielding his eyes.
This once happy teddy is scarred
By war.