Herbert Nehrlich 2

Rookie (04-10-1943 / Germany)

Well No, Mother - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich 2

I should have,
wanted to,
ought to have
thrown it in her face.
You bag,
I would have said,
I could not care
about your age,
the circumstances
and the logic of it all.
You would not,
could not,
never ought to
sleep with your own enemy,
and yet you did,
and do,
to spite your doubts,
and laugh your hearty laugh
at all the spittle on my face.
I did not have it in me, not tonight,
you sounded soft,
and with a touch of old
and fond, dear memories,
so I remained your son,
who should have said,
but closed his eyes and reminisced,
about the dead,
instead.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 26, 2009



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