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Letters from Vietnam - a pantoum

Letters From Vietnam – a Pantoum

 

She said, “Mothers still worry about their little boys, you know”
and cried for a week when he got on the plane,
worried herself sick to keep him safe.
My brother wrote home of snipers and ambushes.

 And she cried for a week when he got on the plane.
The postman would ring the bell, when a new letter arrived.
My brother wrote home of snipers and ambushes.
And she kept his letters in the safe deposit box.

 The postman would ring the bell, when a new letter arrived,
My brother came home, but was never the same,
and she kept his letters in the safe deposit box.
Cancer from Agent Orange came later.

 My brother came home, but was never the same,
she worried herself sick to keep him safe.
Cancer from Agent Orange came later.
She said, “Mothers still worry about their little boys, you know”.

 

ALG 5/18/2017 (At the workshop last week I worked on my responses to my Brother's letter s from Vietnam.) Might send to Bramble;  does it fit with the theme of "hanging on"?

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