Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,238 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

To Be The Day - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

This seemed to be the day
They kept talking to me about—
Without eyes—without a television
The tourists and
The girls working—
The clouds making many fantasies
Up in the sky—
The moon hung upon itself over
A tiny yellow hacienda—
The light falling—
There you can see my parents
Waiting for months in
My tiny living room
For their first grandchild to be born.

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  • (1/23/2013 8:37:00 AM)

    the arrival of a grand child! certainly excites the grandparents at first! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 23, 2013

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