let us not forget then,
the sisters mothers lovers n daughters of our past,
who gave great flight to your wars,
all the while washign mending drying,
n giving to the family,
exhausted n yet they gave you flight,
all while tear soaked awaiting the scarlet letter,
now not adultrey but a brother father or husband unreturned,
that mabey our rivetzs pressed not tight enough for immunity against
the tyroney of this american war? ?
so please dont excuse yiourself or be surprised,
at the tyroney in my eyes when i refuse to iron your shirt,
or except your penut offering stewerdeses in flight,
its just that i might vagueley remember
my grandmothers fight
n putting planes together with nothing but a rivet and prayer for your
safe return..........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem