Emily Nitch's Poetry Flyer
I knew him all my life
he was always there,
Watching me grow
And filling me with care
I have though grown older
And he has as well
He looks so at peace
Oh, my heart begins to swell
Bright, colored eyes
they were always so bliss
Now he lay in this stiff bed
Why did it have to come to this?
His smile could light up a room,
his laugh a beautiful sound
I can no longer hear it
Though it’s like he’s still around
His eyes are now closed
but I do not fret
For he is in a better place,
I will soon not forget
It was a picture I had after the war.
A bombed English church. I was too young
to know the word English or war,
but I knew the picture.
The ruined city still seemed noble.
The cathedral with its roof blown off
was not less godly. The church was the same
plus rain and sky. Birds flew in and out
of the holes God’s fist made in the walls.
All our desire for love or children
is treated like rags by the enemy.
I knew so much and sang anyway.
Like a bird who will sing until
it is brought down. When they take
away the trees, the child picks up a stick
and says, this is a tree, this the house
and the family. As we might. Through a door
of what had been a house, into the field
of rubble, walks a single lamb, tilting
its head, curious, unafraid, hungry.
- Linda Gregg