Cleaning Out Dad’s Desk

Here among paperwork and trinkets,
your airman’s log and your dogtags,
is a bible, tiny and bound in blue.
You’d carried it to war and yet
you weren’t at all a believer, were you?
Once I asked you something,
I can’t think what, but you answered,
‘I’ve made my peace with death.’
You believed in love, your wife, dogs,
the weather, flowers of all types,
beauty, this world and what is in it.
But not an afterlife, never an afterlife,
did you?

dogtags: Australian military identification tags

Airman Archer Broughton © Belinda Broughton
Airman Archer Broughton © Belinda Broughton

6 thoughts on “Cleaning Out Dad’s Desk

  1. Belinda.. Your poem was so touching… I loved the tribute and enjoyed the part when you mentioned the Bible and asked to yourself why did he have it as he didn’t believe in God..

    Cheers, Aquileana 🙂

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