"Grandpop," he says,
looking up from his perusal,
"who’re these three soldiers?"
On the page,
faded black and white photos
return my gaze.
"Well," I say,
"that tall one’s me,
I was a corporal.
1939 it was - October;
early in world war two,
but the other two...
I can’t remember their names."
" Oh," he says quietly
"might they...
might they have been killed?"
"Who knows," I say,
thinking that perhaps,
one of them, as old as I,
looking, somewhere,
at the same pictures,
might remember our names,
and know who was the fourth one
who took the snaps.
Author notes
option #5
A contest entry
- in honor of my 10,000 comments by maralisa.
700 points, ended March 8, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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a wonderful poem thank you for entering my contest and good luck in my contest
maralisa
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maralisa
To the best of my memory the post office, in front of which the main photo was taken was in Halstead in Essex. I wonder if that is anywhere near the place from which you hail.
Thankyou for your complimentary comment and good wishes.
Salutations from 'down-under'.
Shenton.
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