One Evening’s News By Michelle Pond
I walked into the kitchen with the newspaper in my hand.
My mother knew right away that something was wrong.
“You’re white as a ghost, “ she said.
When I flipped the Local section over, the headline screamed.
“Tonawanda Man Killed in Viet Nam.”
The paper had it wrong.
He wasn’t a man.
He was the boy who took my sister to a school dance.
July 1, 2013 at 7:18 am
In eight lines you took me back to Walter Cronkite and the dead school mates that I knew.
July 14, 2013 at 7:51 pm
Powerful memories even after all these years.