The Son I Carried Poem by David McLansky
The Son I Carried
The son I carried
On my shoulders
Who I fed and clothed
Until he was older,
Joined the Army
And became a soldier;
Suddenly the world
Is colder
While on patrol
In Iraq
His Unit came
Under attack
A twelve year old
With an explosive pack,
Blew off his arms
And broke his back;
In the chill
Beside his grave
I sit still and feel
Depraved;
The little flag
It flaps and waves,
As I remember
Better days…
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4/25/2024 12:44:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I strongly feel kids shudnt be sent out to bombin prone regions. Is dis personal? Tragical narrative pennd in a touching poetic way. Sory but kudos poet. Pls review my latest too.