Regret To Inform You: Eliza, March 1916

from imaginary conversations with my grandfather –         a snapshot of my great grandmother, Eliza, and the horrors of war.   In her flint-walled cottage your mother braces bowed shoulders searches dresser drawers retrieves her blacks, hands shaking. Off the village green the old church steeple trembles in its timbers and reeded stone bells tolling, cracked clock face stopped. And

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