Memorial

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Vintage Words

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Once a nappy head

beneath the barber's

blades, a mass 

of energy in a run

in the park, now

a memory of late

night chats with

your brothers, dad,

or on the front porch 

stairs with ma.

.

After Nam, we thought 

you home and safe 

until sister knocked 

and getting no reply

walked in to find

you swinging alone.

.

Unable, when alive, to tell

of your terrors, unable

dead to share the hell

your mind saw.  We recall

the uniformed lad in a

foreign place proud

to legally carry a gun. 

.

allets

05-3-16

111p

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

Nam was hell too.

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Sandy11's picture

Beautifully written. If only

Beautifully written. If only we could know when our loved ones are struggling inside. 

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We Wear Our Masks

and it is sometimes impossible to share. To share is so important. Thanks for the read and thought provoking comment. ~ Lady A ~


 

 

AkulaTHEPoet's picture

Good stuff.

As always, an enjoyable read, thank you for sharing. :)


Спасибо! Я благодарю!

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To Share

is the poet's realm and I am glad to have shared. ~ Lady A ~