Chloe

Chloe Chloe's are the smallest hands smaller than the hands e.e. cummings gave the rain Melting the snow of my white glove together we look out over the white domino tombstones Chloe's are the brownest eyes Wet and sad like a spaniel dogs Tracing the shiny brass buttons on my uniform coat Chloe is to young to understand why i clench her hand tighter each time the guns fire for her Daddy To young to hate me for not saving him.

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CayCay Jennings

Date: 9/30/2015 9:30:00 PM

Milledge - If this is true, my heart goes out to you and Chloe. I remember the 20 gun salute at my own Father's funeral and I weep for all the soldiers and their families. God, may it matter. The sorrow is well expressed, I could feel it, am still feeling it. Take it easy on yourself ... CayCay