The Veteran

I should have posted this last week.  Anyway, a veteran is a veteran is a veteran, and always respected with gratitude. I had written this in 2013.

  • I saw a WWII veteran today, and wondered
    how this lean and wiry man could fill the entire room
    with his presence.

    His gaunt and stooped figure, with eyes that were blue
    like robin’s eggs, but seemed colorless and rheumy
    penetrated the space as if they knew, so much more than me

    The gaze at my face, telling me “I have seen you,
    in other corners  of the world, and comprehend
    the mysteries of a different and distant world

    His faded denim shirt hung loose from his shoulders
    but told stories of how he once filled it
    with strength and power and pride.

    ZSA. June 2013
    http://www.amazon.com/author/zakiah sayeed.

About Zakiah

I write poetry and some fiction, have a book that was published in 2012. . . Stray Thoughts/Winged Words. I have four grandchildren, ages 16 and half to almost 16 months. I love the ocean, and grew up along the Indian Ocean in South India. I am a retired physician. Don't know much else to say. Thanks for reading. That has been my profile for so many years. My daughter Saadia a great poet and story teller, has two sons; the oldest grandson is now 21 years old, doing architectural engineering at Missouri S&T in Rolla MO. His younger brother is almost 16 and taking driving lessons seriously and is in High School. The other two grandsons, children of my son Sayeed, are 9 and 5. I have recently published another book titled Gulistan, A home of Flowers. It has stories and memories of my childhood and of a distant land which I still consider as my HOME., even though I have lived here in the US for more than fifty years. Hope to see you on my blog.
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14 Responses to The Veteran

  1. mrswrangler says:

    Lovely. They dont get the respect they deserve.

  2. slmret says:

    I love the 3rd stanza — veterans DO “comprehend the mysteries of a different and distant world.” This is a wonderful tribute to veterans!

    • Zakiah says:

      Thank you Janet. I always think of the dear gentleman on Xanga. His name was Peter Manos, and he lived in Connecticut. He always wrote such excellent posts about his time in the army. He was in his late eighties at that time. I felt as if he knew me and would write such kind comments; made me feel so special.

  3. Lovely..they are all heroes.

  4. I knew too a Canadian in 1944 as you know , Zakiah. I see him again 57 ans later in Cananda ! I already posted about on Xanga and on WordPress..
    I like your poem

  5. Beautiful and poignant! This brought tears.
    We must always remember, thank, and help veterans!
    (((HUGS)))

    • Zakiah says:

      Appreciate your words Carolyn. I see them in so many walks of life, and sadly, I attend some of their funerals. My heart cries at the Taps, and the kneeling young man who hands the folded flag to the wife or the daughter.

  6. cjjustice1 says:

    So beautiful ~ a beautiful tribute to our veterans! As a daughter and DIL of veterans, and niece, sister, aunt, and mom to veterans – I was very touched by your poem! (Love & Hugs) Carolyn

    • Zakiah says:

      Muah! Thank you Carolyn. You are the epitome of grace, and have such a tenacious history to hang on to through all the relatives who have been veterans. “Mom to veterans?” I salute you Carolyn. What a fabulous genetic pool you carry!

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