She was smiling about a
memory she had;
From over fifty years ago of
a walk on Sandy Beach
A memory about the end of
her childhood
When Ryan had gently touched
her face.
Her face has changed since
then. Her smile
Is more assured and the look
in her eye
Suggests that she hears
distant melodies.
The voices of Alfred Apaka
and the McGuires
Float through the salty
mist, east of Aina Haina.
She had known Ryan for three
years, but had thought
Him handsome only since
Easter, never an inkling
That he would touch her, or
be sent to Korea.
They never found his body.
She found a husband
Six years later, lost him to
her own memories.
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