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Veterans Day 2013 – A Poem Remembering
The evening paper in
its plastic sleeve rests on the driveway concrete,
Touching the grass
lawn skirt at the edge.
It’s 2:00 AM,
February 1.
I had just driven home
from the airport –
A short, two-night
business trip to cold St. Paul,
And now home – the
house is empty.
The paper lying there
was a novelty –
Knowing she wouldn’t
be home for a while –
My wife put on a delivery
hold starting December 10.
With all that was
planned in the upcoming weeks,
And the unknowns:
Navy Winging Ceremony
in Corpus Christi,
A granddaughter’s
birthday,
And a month later a grandson’s, too,
Christmas in Oregon,
And a month later a grandson’s, too,
Christmas in Oregon,
All my comings and
goings for work travel,
Uncertainties, our Army Veteran son
Set up with a new psychiatrist –
Our frail hopes already
worn thin the past two years,
His frail hopes worn far worse
than ours’– close to being gone;
At that time, the beginning of
February
Seemed far enough out
to resume delivery.
She comes home
tomorrow night.
It’s been a long time
since we sat together in our house,
Reading the paper.
__________________________
April 21, 2015. It was not acknowledged by The Veterans Administration that our son was suffering from a service-related condition until the end of May 2014.
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