They've All Come Home

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

We weaved him crowns
of roses round, the thorns removed
our love profound.

Our tears we cried
loud laughter heard, then silent we
now lost for words.

Tentatively we felt his flesh
searching limbs
for tortured signs.

Mom recalled his clothes
in crimson

not a chosen worn design.

Remembered names
like his in prison.
“Heil Hitler”
they refused to speak.

Then Willie stood staunch

beheaded.

His Faith
he then did keep.

But now we dance
since back together
sharing songs and breaking bread.

At my house in perfect weather.

Thankfully
no longer dead.

Based on John 5:28, 29.