Lou J. Klaiber

TWO POEMS… AND A BROKEN HEART!

Only a soldier knows
the beauty of a girl
… smiling.

The meaning of home.

A wind that pulls upon a flag
at sunrise.

The storm raging
within a heart that rains
memory.

Death that crawls into the soul.

Honor!

Country!

The solemn duty of a soldier,
……… dying!

What more
could he do?

I do not know.
……………………………………

(2003… on the last day)

As of today
they are all gone.

I received a photo
and a message
that ‘Booker T’ has died.

I look at the photo
and know that I have gone home
with them.

Yet I am here,
alone.

I shall live
the rest of my days in memory
of them.

My Brothers in Arms.

How
… can I ever write
another poem
again?