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Victims of the Ultimate Sacrifice
I tell him to hurry up
His face comes into view
A big beard,
A toothy smile
I position myself on the bike
We push off
His hands guide me
We laugh and fall
Lying on the grass,
Staring at a plum-sized sun with a royal blue backdrop
I ask him if he really has to go
His smile disappears and the same grim face I see in the pictures come back
They need me he responds
My brothers are dying there
I ask him if he might die
He gives me a cold smile and says no
Instead of reassurance,
A thread of fear enters my heart as a raindrop hits my cheek
1
One month since
RIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG!!!!
I see him waiting,
Clearer than day, that same yellow bike next to him
I mount it and wait for the push
It never comes
I let out a guttural roar
While my heart is being cut by a thousand knives
The wind carries my teacher’s voice
In the form of a whisper into my ear
Time will make him heal.
The message for her colleague was told to me
2
One year since
Night has fallen
And a bzzzzzzing sound can be heard
I zoom down the road
I feel gentle, yet firm hands surround me
Guiding me home
I know who it is
When will I forget him I wonder
I fall from my bike
I lie on the cold hard pavement
With my tears forming a stream
3
One Decade since
Mom calls for me to pick up my things
Opening the dusty garage,
I see my belongings from childhood sitting in the corner
A dusty bike with a rusting chain
I quickly wipe a tear from my eye and curse myself
Why cry for a man I don’t know
My body quickly mounts the bike before my mind stops it
As my knees hit the handlebars
I pedal harder,
Ignoring the pain.
I fall onto the lawn
The grass prickles my cheek as his beard did that one day
I throw away what I don’t need,
And keep what I need...
And the bike
4
One Life since
Drunkenly sitting on the bike
Beer in hand
I lean over the picture of him in a uniform
Heart heavy
Eyes laden with tears
As the tears fall, the face is distorted
His mouth is moving
I hear his voice and those unfaithful words
It’ll only be 6 months
No dad,
You’re wrong,
it's forever
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This piece was something that I made after talking with a close family member. Her father died in WWII and her story really struck a deep chord with me. One thing she emphasized was her anger over him breaking his promise to come back. She also said that she thinks of him every day and carries a picture of him with her everywhere.