Bernie
At the age ninety two
He's true, he's true; he's true
He has been all around
When bombs came; killed the war
He observed his wife die
"She was fun and serving
Brought food; was tempting
Then like tree, silently
Fell; turned lug
That is it; ended all."
An hour, maybe so
Like flame, a glow
His words danced
Talked of win and blow
"Kids are gone; I'm alone."
Asking me of my age
He saw me as a kid
"Long to go"
Krista behind me
"Oops! " I said when noticed.
"No worries, " Bernie said.
"Nothing was improper."
Brigitte; kind serving
Daryl cooked; too busy
What a day-What a day
Hey photos, Memories
Please remain; be carvings
When earth is devouring
My body, our bodies
You stay reviving.
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