Bill's Widow

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    Bill's Widow

    A knock came at her door
    Two men stood in Class A's
    Dark news came to be delivered
    She'd never forget this day

    One gave her Bill's baseball cap
    His favorite Braves, blue and red
    The other handed her the family photo
    Her husband kept by his bed

    The first man said, "He adored the children
    Thinking of christmases and all great times
    The Truth is right at the end
    You were the last thing on his mind"

    Mrs. Brown, it was our honor to know Bill
    And he was proud
    We're sorry to inform you
    Bill's plane has been shot down

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    Bladebearer commented on Bill's Widow

    02-01-2009

    How sad.

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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