Remembering Vietnam

The relief I felt as I stepped on this plane
has been replaced with grief.
For now I understand
as I sit in this cushioned seat
with your innocent, warm body in my arms.
And the realization hits me with such force, that
my tears flow.
I am selfishly taking you from your country
from your people,
because I so desperately need you.
And your green grass blurs and blends
beneath us now.
And I see your trees, your rivers, your homes.
I feel you sigh in my arms,
and relax,
as my own anguish tightens.
And I fear I will forget
all the things I wanted you to know.

By: Wendy Irene Barron © Copyright 1998

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