Ace Poems
Nick Armbrister with Shy Lhen
Esposo
Ace: First Meeting
'I want to thank your son. He saved my
life...'
Otto walked like an old man.
The old farm house was ahead.
He knocked on the door.
She answered it.
Her gaze was stern.
She was pretty.
Her wariness was obvious.
Yet she was also defiant.
You killed my husband.
Now I'm a widow. Why?
I blame you because you're German.
I'm sorry for your loss.
It wasn't me.
It was my comrades.
The war...
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