You see she is blind to the blade
about to fly from the edge.
No sooner do you make your own entry
than it must fall on the wedge
banked by executioners
ready to behead.
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A diary inspired by excerpts from a diary written by my grandmother, Edith Gertrude Kreigh (1886-1977), an American mother with children on both fronts during World War II. Excerpts (in bold print)were written mostly in the spring of 1942, and published here on the same days of the year as original entries, 65 years later. All other texts are by Sue Anne Moody (1947-).
Copyright © Sue Anne Moody
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