Poem: My Grandfather and His War Buddies Outside a Whiting Diner, Age 10
Posted on September 4, 2008 - by admin
By David Harrity W.J.H., Sr., b. January 31, 1924, d. May 1, 2000 I was old enough to remember your hands waking me-the stars just beginning to move west. But I was too young to understand. The moon found its way down the dark, the flecks sank to the horizon. Light was coming, morning stirring. I was old enough to remember your hands. Stories of your French girls and Borneo still stand fresh in my head. I know now that I was too young to understand. Tobacco burned over my shoulders, the smoke’s gray taste against my tongue. Like your […]
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