You will not grow up
Knowing war.

You will know
Only love,
Only my hands grabbing you
And only me
Carrying you over shoulders,
Sitting on the floor
As you gurgle away
The names of things.

You will not know war,
Only love
And the consequences of
Too much of it.

You will only know
The pain of a scraped knee
And never the fear
Beyond the bottom
Of your bed.

You will only cry
When I leave,
And not at my funeral.

For as long
As you are alive,
I will not let
Touch you.

You will know no war
Beyond the warring in
Your own head.