Remembering with Gratitude
Our War Veterans and Their Families.
Our War Veterans and Their Families.
This yellowed newspaper* clipping is in the shoebox of family pictures and memorabilia my Mother treasured. She loved poetry. (Read the award winning memoir Black Star Girl.)
-Title Unknown
-Author Unknown
-Author Unknown
Today a letter came for me
From one who’s far away.
T’was neither long nor newsy
There wasn’t much to say.
It failed to tell of battleships
Or planes high up above,
It simply started out, “Dear Mom”
And ended up “With Love”.
And ended up “With Love”.
No mention of the weather,
That’s all ruled out, you know;
Descriptions of the scenery there
Might get to Tokyo.
“There isn’t much to write about”
“Remember me to Guv”
“Don’t let the moths get at my
clothes”
clothes”
“Be seeing you” and “Love.”
It asks “Can my old bus still run?”
“Does Butch still bark at night?”
“What shows have you been seeing?”
“My, I’ll bet that yard’s a sight.”
“All’s peaceful as a dove”
“Just keep your chin up, I’ll be back”
“That’s all for now” and “Love.”
I read and reread the letter
Vainly seeking a clue
To tell me where he’s stationed
And what he’s going through.
But he’s dreaming of tomorrow
It’s home he’s thinking of
When he pens to me this letter
And seals it with his “Love”.
The End
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· *Sports page news on the reverse side of this old clipping
indicates the poem was published in 1944
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