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Pictures of Soldiers |
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When she died,
I held her close
and I tried to cry,
... of anger,
held me
once again,
... and I just held her
quietly,
as my family
gathered around
and shed tears.
They passed the boxes of pictures
'round
and told of her love for each of us.
One box held pictures of soldiers,
and a boy that had gone
far away
to a war
in Vietnam.
I looked at his eyes,
and all the muscle and youth
and wondered who he was.
I touched the photos
one by one,
and slowly I remembered
that once, so very long ago,
I was he,
and that he and I
... were one.
Gently I touched her aged face,
and so gently, I said goodbye.
Finally,
after all the years
I remembered me.
... and finally
I cried. |
By
Lou J. Klaiber
Copyright 2003
Listed
October 12, 2009 |
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