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The Price
by R.J. Keller
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Rated "G" by the Author.
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On our porch
he holds our daughter on his lap
as she gazes out the window
at the setting sun.
She looks up at his face
their eyes, so alike
meet
for only a moment
I pray that in his
daughter’s eyes he might
discover something
familiar
a spark of life
of love.
But he only smiles and looks away
out the window
towards the battlefields
he’ll never see again
but never truly leave.
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| Reviewed by John Leko |
11/29/2008 |
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...strong poetry...to touch the heart...is found so wonderfully expressed here R.J.
excellent work...
John |
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| Reviewed by Mary Lacey |
11/20/2008 |
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R.J.
What a heartbreaking piece! Casualties of war don't always have to result in death. Your words punctuate it so well.
Mary |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
11/20/2008 |
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An inspirational piece at heart, yet bittersweet, nice writing...
Be always safe,
Karen |
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| Reviewed by Chantilly Lace |
11/20/2008 |
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| Interesting pen...be well and always safe...Hugss |
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