Faye Sizemore

NEVER TOO LATE

Weatherworn veteran
with a bottle in your hand…
You are not home yet
from defending our land
I… myself… was never
in your battle storm
but I did
hear the thunder
… shuddered
at the lightening
… as it flashed yonder
I was not in your storm
though I did feel the rain…
coursing as tears
… down my face at your pain…

This response was inspired by the poem, “A Little Bit Too Late” – ©Copyright August 18, 2007 by Nancy L. Meek