Peace Lutheran Church

Worship: Sundays at 10 AM
Address: 3201 Camino Tassajara, Danville, CA 94506

Poems by Gunishan

The Man Dad Brought Home from the War

Jim Gunshinan
Ed Kasanski came to our house
early on Saturday mornings
to wake me and my brothers
grumpy and silent at first.
We went fishing by the thick, brown
fast-moving Potomac
never catching anything but catfish
and feasted on baked beans
dark pumpernickel and sausages
cooked over a fire we built ourselves.
On the way back we’d stop
for Catoctin Mountain peaches
in August
or bulging chestnuts from Rock Creek Park
in the fall. One summer day
we came home, unloaded our peaches
and my sister asked Ed
to join us for dinner. He stood in the door
in the same old clothes he always wore:
his olive shirt and black boots
as old as the war
looking like the homeless man
kind people took him to be
so they handed him dollar bills
as he stood smoking a cigarette
outside the Hot Shoppes restaurant.
I don’t want to be a bother, he said.
You’re no bother, you’re family, she said.
I don’t believe he ever cried during the War.
He cried then, tears sweeter than peaches.
He tried to hide them but we saw a man
who would die knowing that he was loved.
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