DECEMBER SEVENTH

lasergraph

 

(c) 2018 Edward York

 

He's lived almost a century,

His body's bent and frail.

He made a living as a carrier,

Delivering all the mail.

 

His vision has gotten blurry,

His hands may sometimes shake.

Sleep will often escape him,

As he lies in bed awake.

 

He was stationed at Pearl Harbor,

Part of a naval crew.

He has friends at the bottom of the ocean,

Ever since World War II.

 

His dreams are all so vivid,

That should come as no surprise.

The nightmares of war still haunt him

Whenever he shuts his eyes.

 

His dreams make him feel anxious,

As he struggles to catch his breath.

He remembers all his shipmates,

Who met a fiery death.

  • Author: lasergraph (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 29th, 2018 16:12
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments4

  • Tamara Beryl Latham - The Poet

    Such a sad commentary referencing those who died during World War II. You have paid those in the Navy, who died for our freedom, a great tribute.

    Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem. 🙂

  • Goldfinch60

    Very good telling write showing the hurt that can be caused even if you survive war.

    • lasergraph

      We need reminders of just how bad war can be so we can work hard to prevent it in the future. The sacrifice goes way beyond the soldiers and extends to the families worrying back home.

    • orchidee

      A thoughtful write laser.

      • lasergraph

        Sometimes it just flows out. Thank you.

      • Michael Edwards

        A sad and telling write



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