(Luzon, World War II, 1945)
Hally Boy where are you
Walking the earth I see you everywhere
And yet I cannot find you.
I call out to you
Hally Boy come home
Sounds have a way of reaching into any thing
If they belong.
You must feel my old call come live again
Even if you and I
And the others who had or private signs
Of claps and calls are twenty years gone
In our own ways.
The whole number nine that is one needs you
To round it out of brokenness.
Come home
Eat and laugh with us
Reel in from sights and sounds and
Bright remembrances and
Mould into your live place
From whatever and wherever you are.
It is not enough Hally Boy
To remember you
Come home
Lois Langland, Lines of Rivers