A Soldier's Companion Poem by Charlotte Ballard
A Soldier's Companion
A cup
That once held
Milk, cool-aide, orange juice.
Green plastic,
Wide mouth -
reclaimed, remade
For a different purpose -
A soldier's companion.
Pens shoved in rudely
First, full, spilling over
Pushed in again.
Then -
Scraps of a life well presented -
Of hair ties, nail clippers
Twine, a rabies tag
Cracking
Under the pressure -
Spilling my life's
Debris, chipped
Cracked-
Beloved.
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