It was a peaceful day in August, 
and it was only 11:09.
She was leaving with friend to eat, 
careless about the snow floating to the ground.

It was soon 11:10 on her watch, 
she listen as it quietly went tick, tock.
She look towards a plane in the sky, 
and saw nothing but a blinding light.

It had just turned 11:12,
when she open her eyes.
She had felt no pain except pain in her heart.

Her home she once thought of peace and heaven,
had transform in to a place of  torture and hell.

Her friends were on the dirt.
Screaming in pain, dying. 
Nothing, but snow cover the ground.

The snow she saw was not snow at all,
yet ash from the atom bomb.
She died on August 6, 1945 at 11:10.