A cloud Wish

My granddaughter loves to stay with me overnight. This time together means a lot to us. We always make ourselves really comfortable and of course a bit of snacks or homemade popcorn should not be missing.

Now the night was over, the breakfast table was set and I drank the first sips of hot tea. At the same moment, the door opened very quietly. My granddaughter entered the kitchen with her hair slightly tousled and the little stuffed dog under her arm. "Good morning grandma," she said lovingly and sat down in her seat. The colorful box with breakfast cereals sat on the table. The thick chunks of grain landed on the plate in front of her with a patter sound. But at this morning was different than usual. A strangely calm mood had settled in the kitchen and so I heard the sound of the milk as it flowed onto the plate. The dark nougat-pillows whirled wildly. Slowly their turbulent ride calmed down and now they floated leisurely on the white liquid. As I poured myself another cup of tea,  she dipped the large spoon into the milk. Lost in thought, my granddaughter pushed one of the brown grainboulders through the white lake. My voice then broke the unusual silence and I asked her why she was so quiet.
“Grandma, do you think that the Christ Child really exists?” she asked me and before I could answer her question, she continued: “I believe that the Christ Child exists. It's always there!” I nodded to her, but refrained from commenting on her realization. Then she asked me to have breakfast at a later time and disappeared towards the living room. I drank the last sips of my tea and followed her quietly. While I was standing in the door, she was standing at the large living room window, looking up at the morning sky and talking to the Christ Child.

I see my grandchild  by the window
because she loves looking  at the sky.
The clouds go by
and with a lot of fantasy
she sees wonderful  figures come into live.
Therein also the dog
that she has been wanting for so long
and while his fluffy journey is beginning,
words are connecting
in a calm and gentle way,
following the "animal" through the cloud kingdom.
"Dear Christ Child,
I know you exist!
Ensure that  no  bombs get drop anymore.
Tell me where should I go with my dog
if there is a war here and everything is lost?”

Now I look into my granddaughter's eyes and sadness is in my heart . She will not be able to experience the carefree childhood that I write about in my stories. First came the pandemic, which cast a shadow over all of us, and now the war in Ukraine, which is also bringing fear to us. I wonder what the souls of our children and grandchildren still have to endure. The hearts of our children should be filled with love and joy and not with fear and anxieties about the future.

 27.02.2022