Orphans In A War Zone

The war is over now,
No one cares
That the children
did not grow
to be adults,
when brother died,
and sister cried,
reaching prayerful hands
to a bright orange sky.

short autobio:

I live in Sullivan County New York; in the Catskill Mountain region.I am a 49 year old homeschooling mother of three, the last of which will graduate this coming June. After that I plan to go to college to pursue a degree in theatre and or creative writing. This poem is actually part of a larger (unpublished) work entitled
"Remembrance of War in an Organ of Sight" that I wrote as a gift for a friend of mine when I had no money, but wanted to say something about his father who had died of lung cancer and of wars in general.