What If Poem by chooky fuller
What If
As I sit her in this room, I think what if I was the one who had died as a soldier. What if I had a child who became paseted. What if I was the one one the bed screaming. NO IT HURT! STOP! But then I relized I was lucky. That I wasn't one of them and I need to see threw new clean eyes
Monday, January 9, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: child,eyes,soldier
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