every mother's son

Alan P. Scott - Verses

with it or on it

every mother's son

She kissed the plastic star She kissed the plastic box
they gave her when his father gave her before
Her son came home from the war He went back overseas
in the cargo hold of the DC-10 to a dental practice in D.C.
And sat penitent And sat impenitent
on the long white bench
at the funeral home, at the Relocation Bureau,
Footsick and heartsore,
And watched as they And watched the wall as they
Draped a red-white-and-blue blanket Bagged and dragged away
Over the face they wouldn't The face she couldn't
Let her see. Let herself see.
And almost, but not quite, she
kept from crying. cried.

©1987, 1997 Alan P. Scott. All rights reserved.

Last updated June 17, 2001.

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