Private John Kriticos

Written by: Kyle kriticos

Across his thin body
There's a towel to help
With the food that falls down
As he's feeding himself 

His legs are immobile 
And his hands barely work
But he smiles at me keenly
As if none of it hurts 

He counts off the people 
Being fed by a nurse 
And with an honest expression
Says "things could be worse" 

There's a plaque in his bedroom
With metals to show 
What he did for his country
Seven deckades ago 

And the stories were true
But now that he's older
I've seen for myself 
My grandpa's a soldier

By: Kyle Ezra Kriticos