By Barbara Castle Hanson
Cape Canaveral Branch, Florida
He was an Army warrant officer
in Vietnam,
often assigned
reconnaissance,
the scary, dirty work
on the ground.
When darkness descended
over the hilly terrain
he would search for a cave
in which to rest
with one eye open.
Years later,
when cancer
was about to take his
being,
his wife held her husband gently
and whispered in his ear:
“Honey, remember
when you were in Vietnam
and scared for your life?
Go to that cave,
your safe place,
close both eyes in sleep
I will keep watch.”
Barbara,
I read and reread your very touching poem. Thank you for writing, thank you for sharing.
Blessings and peace.
JoAnna
This poem is sad and warm all at the same time. Thank you for sharing this intimate moment with us Barbara.