I see a soldier with titanium legs
Walk unaided into a dining room
For his morning meal of bacon and eggs
His nom de guerre on his uniform
My Fork and knife now back in place
My hands cover my quivering face
Across from me sits a military mom
Her son deployed in Afghanistan
God only knows what passes through her mind
When the gallant soldier begins to dine
Author Bio:
Michael Glassman is a retired high school history teacher. He began writing poetry, flash fiction and one act plays ten years ago.
Of these, the writing of poetry interests him the most. The goal being to say as much as possible in as few words as possible transmitting powerful images, rhythm and tone in an imaginative format meant to awaken the reader's senses.
Walk unaided into a dining room
For his morning meal of bacon and eggs
His nom de guerre on his uniform
My Fork and knife now back in place
My hands cover my quivering face
Across from me sits a military mom
Her son deployed in Afghanistan
God only knows what passes through her mind
When the gallant soldier begins to dine
Author Bio:
Michael Glassman is a retired high school history teacher. He began writing poetry, flash fiction and one act plays ten years ago.
Of these, the writing of poetry interests him the most. The goal being to say as much as possible in as few words as possible transmitting powerful images, rhythm and tone in an imaginative format meant to awaken the reader's senses.
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