Forgotten Veterans
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A veterans’ home
where aging grandmas
tell their tales of serving
when they thought women should
have been at home preserving.
A home where WWII vets
with dim and haunted eyes
and ivory porcelain teeth
get help from walkers
with green tennis ball feet,
The stories they recount
and the impressive memories
they sit around and share
make one wonder why
the families aren’t there.
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Paula Frew
Transplanted from Ohio to Kentucky to be near her only daughter and three young grandsons, the author wrote her first poem in the fourth grade. She fell in love with the form and was first published in an anthology at fourteen. A battle with multiple sclerosis has caused her to find her home in a nursing home, where she has found time to craft her poetry as well as time to teach writing to other residents. She has been published in several literary magazines and anthologies, including Ohio Bards and The Walt Whitman Anthology.
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