Berlin fell
So did my purpose
A warrior in from the cold
Keen knife honed
For only one reason
Killing bear
No one imagined
There would be a retreat
Leave us with a mission
That no longer had meaning
We won our war
However, no one remarked
Nobody recognized the sacrifice
Time, emotion, terrified nights
No, they complained about the cost
Dollars spent on ghostly gain
The scars on my mind are just as real
As lesions from plastic surgery
Ripped open one September day
Only five years gone
Our folly is not in remembrance
Of things past
But in our forgetfulness
Of things still present.
Greed fodders war. Children leave as warriors faithfully honoring belief and return scarred and older than their ability to deal can cope. Scars....no one knows the real damage but them. This is a sad truth.
Thanks you .
Susan
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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Thanks you .
Susan