When he won his wings
The air force took his photograph
His hair evenly dark
Against the pale background
The pose catching the slow and easy smile
His sister knew so well,
His lips still soft with youth
And the promise of tomorrow
His eyes shining
Like wingtips touched by the sun.
He was so proud
He had won his dream.
Was it a year or a little more
Before the next photo came?
The camera recording
His promotion to captain.
Another proud moment.
Yet his sister cried when it arrived
For his hair was brushed with gray.
His lips so straight and tightly held,
His eyes dark shadows
That carried no memory
Of joyful, quick laughter.
Two photographs side by side
A war in between
Two photographs side by side
Beside them where they sat
His sister’s broken heart
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