by Sue Carroll | Nov 13, 2007 | Poetry
The day his wife found Ted in bed with spots upon his skin she promptly called the ambulance. They quickly took him in. Upon a trolley he was put and covered with a sheet. They placed a name band on his wrist and bed socks on his feet. The waiting room was oh so full,...
by Sue Carroll | Nov 12, 2007 | Poetry
I’ve watched my Father filled with pride march with his comrades side by side up to the Cenotaph to lay his poppies on Remembrance day. It fills me with so much regret to think that fighting goes on yet. I’ve stood beneath the Menin Gate and listened to the Last Post...
by Sue Carroll | Nov 12, 2007 | Poetry
I found them tucked away behind the bureau in the den. I knew what they would say. They spoke the words of way back when. Letters, yellowed with age Each enclosed in faded cover, with love on every page, from my father to my mother. He told her of his life, of serving...
by Sue Carroll | Nov 12, 2007 | Poetry
I’m writing this letter, I want you to know I’m thinking about you wherever I go. I travel the wide world to lands far away. I long to be with you, I wish I could stay. I fight to bring freedom, to help the oppressed. I vowed to my Country that I’d...
