“I dream of giving birth to a child who will ask, Mother, what was war?”

“I dream of giving birth to a child who will ask, Mother, what was war?”

“The touch of your fingersgrazing minedelicate asa single drop of winein a crystal goblet.Rolling it round,I savor it on my tongue,try tomake it lastforever.The words Iloveyouform in the airand melt. Your palm againstmy cheek,light asa snowflake.”