Anzac Day
How can I ever forget
The old legless soldier
Ribbons on his chest
In his wheelchair
That April morning
In the hospital grounds
When the bugle sounded
Tears streaming down his cheeks
His muffled sobs and
His sweet-faced young nurse
Leaning to offer him comfort –
In that single moment
A snapshot of what
War does to people.
Sensitive Anzac poetry!
Terrific poem, Di. Very poignant.
Wonderful. This poem’s simplicity, takes us directly to the moment and draws awareness. Xx
Spare and evocative, Di. Thank you.