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I wrote this poem to honor of my brave brother, SP4 Stanley D. Ross, who was mortally wounded on October 20, 1969, in Vietnam.
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Purple Heart
by
Karen Ross Epp
It came in a nice box
That Purple Heart
Mother's Hand
Moved over it
A trade for the real thing
That beats no longer
In your young chest
Hand to hand
Bayonet to flesh
Bullet to breast
From where from whom
It had no face
Death that claimed you
Perched in a rubber tree
We only knew
Your heart we sent
Traded for purple
Cold
Metal
Packaged returned
Cookies crumbled
Never received
Never opened
No way to touch you
Through sealed
Clean-clear glass
Mother's tears
Splash
Father's fists
Clenched
October sky gray
Ground so cold
Receives your casket
So young so sweet
Handsome you lay
You gave them your heart
They gave you a medal
Years gone by
Still the pain is sharp
Your face so clear
Your were my brother
Our Mother's dear
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| Reviewed by Leslie Bond |
8/27/2009 |
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| I'm prowd of your brother for serving our country, and I'm prowd of you for this wonderful poem. I salute you,your brother, and your family! Leslie |
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| Reviewed by Annabel Sheila |
6/18/2009 |
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Wonderful tribute to your brother. A very emotional write.
Anna |
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| Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle |
3/9/2009 |
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A well written and heartfelt poem,take care
Edwin |
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| Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader) |
3/8/2009 |
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| So very sorry..I feel your pain within these lines...please take care...Hugssss |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
3/5/2009 |
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Heartbreaking reality of the sacrifices our troops and their families pay ... I'm so sorry for your loss. As the daughter, sister, niece, and cousin of Veterans, as well as a USAF Veteran, myself, I salute you. Pain, aptly penned.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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