Family Portrait I was there early afternoon Sunday, 7th June, prescribed time and place, to see you off see you on the liner, us out of your hair, waving; nary a batted eye among us, not a sorry soul on the dock, only hands in the air.
Joe Todaro 's Questions:
I would particularly like critique on the amount of detail the poem contains. Is the detail too sketchy? Further, can the poem be modified for more impact without overstatement; if so, how?