He sits with a blank postcard
The guys are all right but I hate the weather
We shelled another town today
Have you heard from Sarah and the kids
I miss you
It’s not like in the comic books— no-one’s a hero
Things got sticky yesterday but it turned out all right
Don’t think I’m trying to get up on a soapbox or anything
Please send me some rubber-soled shoes and a hat from Dad’s store
I miss you
It’s hard to write about important things
Do you remember when the boiler went out and
I miss you
in the shade of a broken wall
and chews his pencil.
--for Poefusion
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Thursday, May 22, 2008
Writing Home
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6 comments:
Tiel, this almost brought tears to my eyes because this could very well be something that's said to a loved one from the current war. This is a very good poem. It will touch the heart of many I'm sure. Have a nice day.
Oh, fantastic!
I agree with Michelle. This is a very good poem.
O wow! Love the tensions of living in one world while should be living in another. And in that other world, how meaningful the smallest things all symbolise love.
Gemma
You write this as if from your heart, this is beautiful...just beautiful
excellent...
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