I’m not one for mementoes – Grandma
in sepia, pie-crust necked and pleated blouse,
expressionless amidst her dressed-up, mixed-up brood; chic aunt
with that hundred-watt smile which clicked
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Wow, Michael. This is wonderful, with impeccable imagery to weave your story. Excellent work. Hugs to you, CJ
this is a very good poem mister sheperd flowing in a poetic journey down memory lane anything about the war tends to attract my attention makes me sit up and i sat up and i enjoyed the length did not worry me, i have a thing about short power pieces as you well know but this was enjoyable and i will be disappointed if it does not become one of your best poems because it will make me to appear a bad judge Warm regards AJS
'Only those, perhaps, who know war will know peace in that way...' such a profound statement, Michael. This poem takes us to many places of the memory and heart. Thanks for this. Raynette