Those Little Deeds
by
FT
Walking down Maple Street
Past a collage of posters plastered
On the brick wall of old Mr. Tenason’s shop
I Want You they beckoned
Blazing letters of red, white, blue
Promising the conquest of an enemy
That he had never seen
The glory
Of a war that was not ours
That we had to help finish
And he wanted to help
I asked him to stay
He went
We sent letters, exchanged photographs
They preserved him forever as he was
And forever as he will be
Twenty one
I bought war bonds and saving stamps
Grew a garden to save food
For the boys like him
He was in my prayers each night
But somehow he slipped away
Taken from me by a bullet or a bomb
In some foreign land I could only dream of
The garden has gone to seed
Overgrown with the weeds of sorrow and neglect
I still the have the bonds, the stamps
Saved up nickels and dimes
Wishing I could somehow bring him back
With those little deeds I have done
I decided to post a flash fiction item today for no particular reason. I made this to accompany the sketch that I am entering in the local art show. FT 🙂
Beautiful, really beautifully put together. ❤️
Thank you very much for the kind words and support. I really appreciate it. FT