Faye Sizemore


At your home in Vietnam…
I was wondering…
Does your husband cry out at night
Does he throw up his arms as if to fight
Do the blankets get wet with his sweat
Does he awake and peer from the window
Does he stare, Yen,… at things you cannot see or know
Is each night a fearsome replay
Of a terrible long ago battle day
Tell me, please, dear Yen,
I need to know
Does it happen your husband, too
I fear that it is so…

This poem inspired the response, “Dear Faye…
©Copyright September 1, 2008 by Roger Liebmann