Sunday

194something.


“I will be home before Christmas”
                The little boy yelled.
As he reached in his pocket,
His golden watch glistened
And the time read:
                                February 9th, 1941.
“He will be home before Christmas”
                His papa chuckled.
The train raced on, into the crisp
Evening glow.


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