Little empty beds…..
I look at their beds, all made up and ready for them, but no softly sleeping faces on the pillows. The beds are empty, the rooms are cold. There is no life there.
No smiling faces to greet me after work. No laughter ringing through the house. Silence. Stillness.
No arguing over whose turn it is to do the dishes. No fights over what to watch on TV. I haven’t said “bedtime” three times in 30 mintes to anyone.
When will the battle be over, when will we have peace?
When can our children come home?