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25 May 2009 @ 02:29 pm
We Remember  
Letter to Saint Peter

Let them in, Peter, they are very tired
Give them the couches where angels sleep.
Let them wake whole again to new dawns fired,
With sun not war. And may their peace be deep.
Remember where the broken bodies lie....
And give them things they like. Let them make noise.
God knows how young they were to have to die!
Give swing bands, not gold harps, to these, our boys.
Let them love, Peter, they have had no time -
They should have trees and birds songs, hills to climb,
The taste of summer in a ripened pear.
Tell them how they are missed. Say not to fear,
It's going to be alright with us down here.


Elma Dean
November, 1942