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A Letter From The Wall
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r***@gmail.com
2020-05-24 19:43:17 UTC
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Years ago, we stood
in front of the mirror
and we laughed

as I ran my hands
over your soft
swollen belly--

it looked like you
had swallowed
a globe.

We named him David,
after your father,
who had died

fighting
in another
Pacific War.

Two decades later
and a different one
devoured our only son.

Last week
we went
to the wall,

to run our fingers
over the letters
that spelled out

his name,
now carved
into cold stone.

Our world
has turned flat,
my dear,

and somehow
he has fallen
off.
philo
2020-05-24 19:58:02 UTC
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Very sad.
Very touching .
drive-by
2020-05-24 23:49:16 UTC
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Post by r***@gmail.com
Years ago, we stood
in front of the mirror
and we laughed
as I ran my hands
over your soft
swollen belly--
it looked like you
had swallowed
a globe.
We named him David,
after your father,
who had died
fighting
in another
Pacific War.
Two decades later
and a different one
devoured our only son.
Last week
we went
to the wall,
to run our fingers
over the letters
that spelled out
his name,
now carved
into cold stone.
Our world
has turned flat,
my dear,
and somehow
he has fallen
off.
I salute your son.
r***@gmail.com
2020-05-24 23:59:03 UTC
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Thanks, Jim, but the poem isn't autobiographical, although it is rooted in a true story.
drive-by
2020-05-25 00:06:35 UTC
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Post by r***@gmail.com
Thanks, Jim, but the poem isn't autobiographical, although it is rooted in a true story.
The salute remains....
k***@gmail.com
2020-05-25 11:41:22 UTC
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Post by r***@gmail.com
Years ago, we stood
in front of the mirror
and we laughed
as I ran my hands
over your soft
swollen belly--
it looked like you
had swallowed
a globe.
We named him David,
after your father,
who had died
fighting
in another
Pacific War.
Two decades later
and a different one
devoured our only son.
Last week
we went
to the wall,
to run our fingers
over the letters
that spelled out
his name,
now carved
into cold stone.
Our world
has turned flat,
my dear,
and somehow
he has fallen
off.
Very nice tribute
r***@gmail.com
2020-05-25 23:21:07 UTC
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Thanks to all for reading and commenting.
NancyGene
2020-05-25 23:35:28 UTC
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Post by r***@gmail.com
Thanks to all for reading and commenting.
Yes, this one should make an appearance every Memorial Day.
Rocky
2020-05-25 23:51:57 UTC
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Post by r***@gmail.com
Years ago, we stood
in front of the mirror
and we laughed
as I ran my hands
over your soft
swollen belly--
it looked like you
had swallowed
a globe.
We named him David,
after your father,
who had died
fighting
in another
Pacific War.
Two decades later
and a different one
devoured our only son.
Last week
we went
to the wall,
to run our fingers
over the letters
that spelled out
his name,
now carved
into cold stone.
Our world
has turned flat,
my dear,
and somehow
he has fallen
off.
Agreed, marvelous work....
Zod
2020-05-31 08:14:00 UTC
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Post by r***@gmail.com
Years ago, we stood
in front of the mirror
and we laughed
as I ran my hands
over your soft
swollen belly--
it looked like you
had swallowed
a globe.
We named him David,
after your father,
who had died
fighting
in another
Pacific War.
Two decades later
and a different one
devoured our only son.
Last week
we went
to the wall,
to run our fingers
over the letters
that spelled out
his name,
now carved
into cold stone.
Our world
has turned flat,
my dear,
and somehow
he has fallen
off.
Having a second read, quite good....

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