Ladies and gentlemen welcome to another Friday Night Poetry Corner. This week is a very different poem, with commentary that is insightful on the same theme as the poem. Paol Soren’s feature called “Beckie’s Song.” Just read everything and give it some time to sink in.
This is a repost. And even though I wrote it myself it still attacks me with tears.
Some years ago I followed a blog by Beckie. Beckie was immersed in the war in Bosnia and Croatia. She saw many friends and relatives murdered.
Sometimes when I would read each new post I would be unable to keep the tears from my face. One time was really hard. She and her family and her village were forced across a narrow single file bridge. She had her mother in front of her and her sister somewhere at the back. She was polite and stood back to let an old lady step onto the bridge in front of her. When they were on the bridge the soldiers shot every second person. That post was one that I couldn’t forget.
Right up until the end she never said which side she was on. And…
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KG Bethlehem 
KG, Thanks for the great rap you gave my post. I really appreciate your comments. Regards from Australia.
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Anytime man. I enjoyed it. How’s the weather there? I have cousin who lives in Sydney with his family.
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Bushfires too early. I’m in Victoria near Melbourne two days ago it was 80° tomorrow it’s going to be 34°. And Australians in the middle of the worst drought since records were made. But we keep on smiling. It’s good to have new friends
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Damn that’s a crazy change in temps. Reminds me when I grew up in St. Louis, Missouri.
Sorry to hear that. At least it isn’t keeping you down.
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