In Constant Fear, Blessing Relative Safety

In constant fear, blessing relative safety's embrace

Wrapped in worry, not scarves with stars in place

We remind ourselves, Our Home's still at war

To understand, why joy escapes us more

Not the warmth of summer's gentle light

Nor mandarins scattered in table's sight

Not spaghetti's charm nor truffle's delight

Can mend The Heart, that hides from night

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