FINISHING TOUCHES

By Rosie Arcane

A battered uniform, held together with bravery and reverence, encases

the broad torso of a courageous but weary soldier.

A freezing child, responsibility pushing them deeper into the snow,

walks miles just to learn something.

A devoted father washes the grime from his hands

so he can hold his daughter tight.

The burnt bras and mothers of twelve

showing us all how it’s done.

They are our icebreakers and dinner party anecdotes.

Their fortitude and wisdom motivates us.

They are the truths we choose to believe.

The ghosts we want to keep alive.

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