Sunday, January 6, 2008

War Story

1969.
A bright blue sky over the grave yard.
Taps is being played.
A young man lies in a flag draped coffin.
The honor guard folds it and presents it to his young widow.
her belly swollen with a child
that will only know his dad in pictures.
She knocks the flag to the ground
"I don't' want it! I don't' want it I don't want it"she screams,
the tantrum of a child
reflecting the grief of a woman.

10 comments:

sdoscher458 said...

It reads like free flow poetry. I think emotions from that time still run deep in this country...written very well..love, Sandi

nay0114 said...

You may say that for 1969, but unfortunately there are many young women knowing that is the only way their husbands are coming home from Iraq. So sad.
Take care and Hugs, Chrissie

princesssaurora said...

Wow... beautiful... powerful... and played out too many times - then and now.

be well,
Dawn
http://journals.aol.com/princesssaurora/CarpeDiem/

hpycmpr155 said...

major flashback to the late 60's
my husband spent two tours in viet nam and`was a 20 year career soldier.
sadly, it's all playing again in iraq...

                   sunny
       

plieck30 said...

What can I even say? So so sad. Paula

jmorancoyle said...

    I remember those days.
Jude
http://journals.aol.com/jmorancoyle/MyWay

helmswondermom said...

And that is the war story, isn't it?
Lori

gapurplescorpion said...

I was only three years old back then, but war has unfortunately become the norm anymore.  It's sad.  

Joyce

shrbrisc said...

I was born in 1969 , I love the poem it speaks volumes , I wonder how many are going thru this today in 2008 , not much changes in life it just circles.
hugs
Sherry

shrbrisc said...

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hugs
Sherry