War Poet.ca - A CFAP Project by Suzanne Steele

I remember

I remember that boy, his homecoming
a May day whistling hot bright
so much metal, so much tarmac
and the grackle on the ledge
whittering behind our backs

I stood beside the brass,
my arms around his OC’s wife
hers around mine we squeezed tight
kept each other from falling
as we heard another mother weep

I will always remember him alive not dead
on another May day when light was still sweet
we both had still so much to learn,
I fed him chocolate chip cookies, homemade
by a stranger, for me to take into the field
of war.


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