Tell me mother as you kiss your baby that no one died today, that no one was a martyr or a hero, and that all who now sleep will awake, and that the sirens that now sound will be the only death recorded, and that the drivers without cars, and the cars without drivers, will each find a partner for as long as they need, like the Palm Doves in the park. Tell me mother, that as long as you love your baby all mothers will love theirs and no mother will again mourn the foreheads without a kiss and ...
