“He flew the planes in the war.” <br />That’s what she said to me, <br />“I was so saddened that <br />For taking him out for a cigarette <br />He thanked me. <br /> <br />This Hero who saved us <br />So that we could live and be free, <br />That for taking him out <br />From his hospital bed <br />He was so grateful to me. <br /> <br />I wanted so much to thank him <br />For saving our lives <br />All those years ago <br />His many thanks and gratitude <br />I wished to forgo.” <br /> <br />“Do those clouds be heavy? ” <br />“He asked me <br />Sitting there in his chair. <br />I think so I replied <br />Taking in the outside air. <br /> <br />This man who fought <br />For our freedom <br />I wheeled him back to his bed <br />Knowing that really I should be <br />Thanking him instead.” <br /> <br />© Victoria Hughes 2005<br /><br />Victoria Hughes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fighter-pilot-2/
