Friday, August 14, 2015

August, 1945

artwork: ralph murre

August, 1945
by Peggy Trojan

When I was twelve
we stood around the radio
to verify the news.
Japan had surrendered.
The war was really over.

My mother wiped tears.
My father was quiet.
He wasn’t even
in the war,
having lost sight
in one eye at ten.

I rode to baby sit
in Mr. Anderson’s boozy Ford.
When he jammed to a stop,
all the beer bottles
on the back seat
crashed to the floor
in celebration.

~ previously published in Dust and Fire