Departure

Written for Living Poetry where
Bart challenges us to write a poem
with the words “service”, “son” and
“today”. Here’s where the prompt took me.

My son boards the bus today
duffel bag across his back.
He’s chosen service, chosen duty
I’ve chosen not to look away.

His jaw is set, his handshake firm.
I nod. He nods. The engine starts.
Some things don’t need words.

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This is “Soldier’s Eye” by Jack Savoretti

Monday Poetry Prompt: Service, Son, Today

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