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Crying by Richard Schnap

In my earliest memory I am

Five years old, crying because

The afternoon cartoons have been

Replaced by something else.

My mother is saying be quiet


As she watches a man in tears,

And all I know is Hercules

Is not on. I don’t remember

The day, only that it is almost

Thanksgiving, only that my mother


Is crying, only that the hero

That saves the world is not there

And I do not understand why,

Do not yet know that the year

Is 1963, and everyone is crying.




Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.


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