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

Found In An Attic: World War Ii Letter To A Wife

Rating: 4.5


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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bri Edwards 09 July 2017

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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Colleen Courtney 09 June 2014

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

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Gajanan Mishra 06 June 2014

very good writing, I like it, thanks.

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