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