Hailing call to arms
he signs up
just eighteen.
He will fight for his country.
He will lose both arms.

Thought he’d be welcomed
with open
arms, and thanks,
someone to help him get past
all that he witnessed.

Disabled at home
feels useless,
has nightmares,
unable to get a job.
His home is the street.


Written for:  http://margoroby.com/poem tryouts:  To Arm!
(Any meaning of the word `arm’.)

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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7 Responses to Honor

  1. Reminds me of the movie “The Best Years of Our Lives”
    So sad to think of all the men and women wounded by war.


  2. julespaige says:

    To many who have served are not being served.
    A poignant reminder to respect our Vets and those still in service.

    Thanks for your visit, Hope you aren’t snowed in like me. ~Jules


  3. margo roby says:

    Sad poem but I like the use of arms in two distinct ways.


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