By Christine Swanberg
Author and Poet
As I reflect on this past Memorial Day, I am reminded of a poem by Wilda Morris that is set in a VA hospital. I am sure you will be moved by her short, but poignant, poem.
At the V.A. Hospital
The men gather—
tall and short
and young, fresh-faced
friendly and withdrawn
dark skin and light
Each wounded by war’s dark memories
When two begin speaking of explosives
bagging body parts to send back home
another begs them to change the subject
he can’t pen a poem
because now his head
with body bags,
mangled feet and fingers
the things he most wants to forget
— Wilda Morris
Wilda Morris is president of Poets & Patrons of Chicago and a past president of the Illinois State Poetry Society. Her poetry has been widely published and has won a number of awards. Her blog at wildamorris.blogspot.com provides a monthly contest for other poets. Rockford Writers’ Guild published her book, Szechwan Shrimp and Fortune Cookies: Poems from a Chinese Restaurant.
Christine Swanberg is a local author and poet.
From the June 20-26, 2012, issue