Friday, December 4, 2015

Waking to a Nightmare

It's his hoarse voice,
desperate, frightened,
and she comes awake at 3 a.m.
to the vision
of her tow-headed son,
in the black, oily water,
navy boat behind him,
bombed, in flames, sinking,
her beloved son drowning,
calling her with his last breath.

True story, told to my grandma by her friend, about her son's death in WWII.

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