Fathers Day Poem

You opened,
the locked door,
I looked inside,
concerned,
Fish eyes stared back.
But, you let me in.
It was long ago,
I still remember,
The scent of vodka,
on your breath.
I recall,
you loved your uniform,
with its ribbons and metals,
You liked to drive
Your car very fast.
Once you outran
a train, going Across
a railroad Track.
Fearless of death,
Brave soldier,
Your rank,
Sergeant first class.
You were in charge,
of other soldiers.
I have
Proud Memories of you,
Marching in a parade,
Or standing on a tank.
With a smile on your face.

Was it the heavy weight
of your past,
veteran of a World War.
Maybe that was it….

Did you feel?
Did you think,
You would cheat,
The grime reaper.
What thoughts,
Did you have,
To make you,
To Force you,
To decide.

To solve the problem.
You did get results,
but, it was a,
permanent solution,
and a
premature ending,
for a
temporary situation...

©2005 Jacqueline Alexander