He fled
young man,
boy
in fear
from the army
or police –
no one now knows,
a hundred years ago:
my great grandfather.
I returned
walked his house
his board floors,
stairs
and cried in reunion:
family: once again,
united.
The last to be Amerikan –
I bear his name.
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Author:
dlherrmann (
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- Comment from author about the poem: He fled and changed family history. From the collection - Ichnographical: 173.
- Category: Family
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