In a window box I have a bunch of aromatic greens,
outside on the trellis there are squash and snap-pea beans.
Towering above the house, two elder pines stand guard.
Tending the needs of nature has left my small hands scarred;
but it occupies the place that held my four soldier sons.
I have only just said farewell to Joseph, my youngest one.
His wife is in America, tending to their new estate.
I wish I could see my Joseph when he comes through her gate,
War took my three elders; they feed the edelweiss,
I greet every dawn with melancholy watching the sunrise.
The postal server makes his rounds with skill- his smile a flourish,
delivering letters and packages with knowledge of how such things nourish.
Therefore as he approaches me with his eyes cast down at feet,
excruciatingly painful steps slumped shoulders, sheer defeat,
I realize that he can only hold an abomination in his pouch,
a message begun, “We are sorry to inform you but..” is crouched.
Oh Joseph, my last child has been placed beside the rest;
four birds that flew away now lie eternally in a heathered nest.
This was the first part of a silent movie I watched last night, rather my interpretation. The movie was called, ‘Four Sons.’ I seem to have piqued a new interest. I had thought the films of that era to be corny and bland but this one was done in a manner that showed me what talent their was in creating such a thing. It all comes together with high emotive responses evoked by the art….sort of like well maybe POETRY? Anyway, this was going to be the whole smmary but I decided to not let it be a spoiler! Watch this movie! Also if anyonehas a recommendation of one of these sil;ent films that is a treasure>
