Donal Mahoney Poems
- Ptsd In the waiting room, I squeeze this old rosary a nun ...
- A Good Neighbor Cookies for George, 40 years back from Viet...
- Found In An Attic: World War I...
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- Nearing The Finish Line Walking very slowly, ancient Wally's ...
- Angels Or The Fat Lady It’s pretty simple, really. The ...
- A Garden Of Their Own Years ago they came from many ...
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In the waiting room, I squeeze
this old rosary a nun gave me
the day I got back from Iraq.
I was still in a daze on a gurney
and I still had sand in my hair.
Some of it remains, no matter
how many showers I take.
Sand from Iraq lingers, I'm told,
until you go bald, and then
you are able to concentrate
on other things.
What might they be, I wonder.
But today, in this waiting room,
I squeeze the rosary tighter
when I hear, louder than
the gunshots crackling in my dreams,
the real screams of that little boy