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.
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10 comments:
It reads like free flow poetry. I think emotions from that time still run deep in this country...written very well..love, Sandi
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
Wow... beautiful... powerful... and played out too many times - then and now.
be well,
Dawn
http://journals.aol.com/princesssaurora/CarpeDiem/
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
What can I even say? So so sad. Paula
I remember those days.
Jude
http://journals.aol.com/jmorancoyle/MyWay
And that is the war story, isn't it?
Lori
I was only three years old back then, but war has unfortunately become the norm anymore. It's sad.
Joyce
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
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hugs
Sherry
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