Summer reflections

The sea is bathing your feet,

the sand is the witness of your print,

the sun shines up in the sky,

the clouds dare not interfere

in the joy and happiness drawing near.

 

You’ll be washed and fed

and with love taken to bed

and a story will also be read

till your eyes close

and your sleep peacefully flows.

 

You’ll sleep tight without the noise of bombs

and destructive war

you’ll dream all night

of comforts you and only you do own,

just lucky to have been born here, not there,

where children have no rights, no food, no love

and no-one cares.

So dream, baby, dream

till dreams come true

and babies at war

become happy babies like you.

 

Maria Dolors Romeu i Font