He Played For Hours
As a child he played with an Erector set.
Career choice, military cadet.
Mom tried with all her powers.
"Come home. Build towers."
On the phone,
Hours.
At gravestone,
Tears like rain showers.
The war was Eisenhower's.
One thing his mom will never forget;
As a child he played with an Erector set.
11/17/18
Copyright © Rhoda Tripp | Year Posted 2018
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