Last Things Poem by Michael Pruchnicki

The last thing I remember
it was snowing big soft flakes
my uncle was coming home
and ma had set the table
and baked a cake

who was this strange man
sitting in our kitchen?
I remember him shaking
my hand and petting my dog
-looking good, kid! -

ma stood by the stove
wiping her hands on a towel
she said my uncle
was dead
somewhere in France

I remember the young man
and all the day it snowed
the fields filled with snow
and he lay dead
somewhere in France