Thursday, April 21, 2016



There I am,
Jack's shadow.
I'm surprised he let me hold his precious bat.

Do you think he's okay?
Why haven't we heard from him?
Where's he at,

anyway? Why won't they tell you?
When will this war be over?
I want my hero back.

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016


  1. Oh, Mary Lee. I was scared to read today. Chills.


    I am reminded, too, of a poem I wrote several years ago -


    Why are you crying?
    Why am I sad?
    Who brought this food?
    Where is my dad?
    Why is the flag down?
    Who is our friend?
    What is a terrorist?
    When will it end?
    Where are they fighting?
    Is this a war?
    May I read that letter?
    What is it for?
    How will our soldiers
    know when to come back?
    Where is my dad?
    Where is Iraq?

    © Amy LV


    1. Another exquisite offering, Mary Lee!
      And I love Amy's companion poem as well!

      "Ah, life!"

      So there you are
      eyes fixed on the ball
      glove in ready position
      anticipating your
      next big catch

      and all the while
      the fella standing
      right next to you
      is considering
      his options

      seemingly unaware
      that he is about
      to thump you
      right in the
      family jewels

      (C) Carol Wilcox, 2016

    2. HA! This could be the moment before an America's Funniest happens!!