My Father died at 63
I’m now 75
I remember the day
I turned 63
Thinking I would finally know
What he knew
Be able to feel what he felt
See what he saw
And to be who he was
But I wasn’t a decorated
World War 2 Marine
The last of his platoon
To survive
The Solomon Islands the graveyard
Of most of his friends
He died on a Thursday
But we were estranged
‘Another woman who was not my Mom’
Looking back I wonder
What could I have changed
What words would I have used
To say to him …
(To Edward F. Behm U.S.M.C.: March, 2024)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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I remember the year of my 62nd birthday, the age my father died...I am now 82. There is far too much I can relate to here, impossible to provide, even if I could, in the space I have. I'll just leave with a thanks, Kurt.
Thank you, Dave. Some of these feelings we never
get away from.
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