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for the wives of war veterans
there’s no particular way
to hold the past in one hand
but she knew
his medals were in the drawer
he never opened
she knew of the enemies
with the difficult names
she even knew of all the whores
but when the day came
the door kicked-in
the medicine cabinet rifled
the drawer dumped over the floor
he knelt to sort-out the mess
and the medals
which her husband explained he won
when he was just a kid
and brought death to the other kids
—
Copyright 2016 John Samuel Tieman
Vietnam Service Medal
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What a touching poem. It reminds me that, since I am not someone who has ever experienced this loss, I have to be reminded of what it might feel like to have your life blown apart at the heart. Thank you.
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