Donal Mahoney

Found In An Attic: World War Ii Letter To A Wife - Poem by Donal Mahoney

When I get home
things will be the same.
I haven't changed.

The sling
comes off the day
I get on the plane.

I'll be able
to cut the grass,
rake the leaves,

shovel the snow,
all the stuff I did before.
And every morning

in summer, fall,
winter and spring,
when we wake up,

I'll draw rosettes
with the tip
of my tongue

on your nipples,
await your orders to
bivouac elsewhere.

Nothing has changed.
I'm feeling fine.
We'll cleave again.

Topic(s) of this poem: war

Comments about Found In An Attic: World War Ii Letter To A Wife by Donal Mahoney

  • Bri Edwards (7/9/2017 1:42:00 PM)

    nipples? cleave? ? hey! i thought this was a family site! ha ha! bring it onnnnnnnnnnnn! ! !

    i hope 'she' wasn't cleaving with too many guys while he was away. what if he was gone 4 years and returns to find 'he' has 2 kids, aged 1 and 2? ?

    bri ;)
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  • (6/9/2014 5:47:00 PM)

    Aww..very beautiful. I hope this particular soldier made it home to his wife to fulfill all of his loving promises. (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (6/6/2014 7:51:00 AM)

    very good writing, I like it, thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 6, 2014

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