My Parents


At eighteen and twenty-two, we already new the life we
were to lead. He was leaving soon for the war no one
wanted to talk about. The long train we had to travel
to the place he would be. Little rooms in this big
place. No friends around. Stationed here, far away in
the mountains. Great news came today. The arrival
time is good. She is over six months along and that's
the deal. No going to Viet Nam this time. Born here
surrounded by tall trees. By myself while he is
working. Home soon to hold the new one. All done with
that for now. Back on the dark horse. To a new city,
colder now. A new one on the way. She likes the frost.
Over fifty-four years now. Our bones are dry. One
said goodbye. Left alone.

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