This is a story
of a son's life
seen through the eyes of a father
as he contemplates the final loss
Memories awash
the toddler taking the first step
the infant speaking his first word
the child's first day at school
the teenager learning how to drive
the young man deciding to serve his country
the soldier saluting the old man
and the corpse that returns in a coffin
what does one say to a grieving father
whose reality has been altered
what becomes of the grandchild
that will never be born
yet, I hear that the warmongers sleep well at night
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