Henry
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
Oh, Mary Lee. I was scared to read today. Chills.
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I am reminded, too, of a poem I wrote several years ago -
Questions
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
**sniff**
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DeleteAnother 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
HA! This could be the moment before an America's Funniest Home...photos happens!!
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