In the Fragility of Dreams
I am turning back the pages of time in my dream
and I find myself again at our family home playing
with my brother in the sandbox- I moan in my sleep
this is a fragile place and painful place and I want to leave
oh, why did you go to fight in that war so far away (WHY)
don't worry sis, you said, I am a peacekeeper we don't fight
but, you still came home in a flag draped box brother
and now you are but a name engraved on a white cross_
the memories I have of you are fragile and tattered with time
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May 17, 2020
Poetry/Verse/In the Fragility of Dreams
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1252-925-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, In The Fragility of Dreams
sponsor, Silent One
Third Place
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