Vietnam Reflections 11

vietnam reflections 11

“I saw your brother today.
  He stopped by on his way 
  to work.
  Said he felt like a jerk
  for treating you so badly.
  Sadly I can’t...
  I can’t remember what he does.
  He said he was
  to busy to stay and talk.
  Guess I’ll take a little walk…
  Can you stay for lunch?
  I love you both a bunch...
  Sure wish you boys could get along
  Remember my son,
  two wrongs
  don’t make a right.”
She kissed me and held me tight
then turned around to leave.
She will never believe,
my precious Mom,
that forty years ago today
he was blown away
in a hell called Vietnam.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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