Awestruck

Awestruck My pellucid teddy had been left in the kitchen overnight someone had scratched its eyes off The eyes had been dark green buttons taken from a nazi uniform that had belonged to my uncle, who joined the Hitler army to fight the Russian communists. My mother, the communist, didn’t care for her brother 1945, he was declared missing in action, therefore, not stated as dead; had he been around now, he would have been 120 old and admired for fighting the Russians How we, in the West, love hating them and also when Yeltsin was in power, patronizing them because we covertly think they are stupid. The cat coming in from the terrace jumped up on my lap yawned; her night had been busy.