Saturday, May 9, 2015
She kissed him passionately when he left
Her letters came often telling of her love and
how much she missed him,
Her sweet love words made his head swim.
Long were the battles and bloody death calls
from his friends who died,
Some fell by his side as he fought and cried.
His only lifeline he hung onto~ her love
letters with each word branded on his heart,
Her sweetness seem to float above him~ to
promise never again would they be apart.
A sniper shot him on his 450th day in battle and
for months he lie in the hospital fighting for his
He dreamed only about his Sweetheart, his wife.
Finally, on the Greyhound bus home~ to surprise her,
When he walked into his home~ it was empty,
not a stir.
Quietly, he walked upstairs towards her voice,
He would make sweet love to her~if that was
Opening the bedroom door with a smile,
His heart stopped beating and his breath was
gone for a while.
His precious wife was in bed with another man,
And, all he could do was stare and stand.
In those seconds his heart turned to stone,
He walked away from her---their love was gone.
His whiskey bottle became his best friend,
Because~never empty and it never left his hand.
Yes, she ran after him and tried to talk to him at
every town event,
However, when a love dies---second chances are
Forgiveness did not live in his heart of hurt and
His wife and Whiskey killed him~they were to
His parents stood on the cold Georgia ground~their
The preacher’s words were heart-wrenchingly
Their sweet trusting boy lies underneath the icy
His wife and Whiskey took him away.
She stood dressed in black with tears falling, but
not a care for her~ whom they blamed,
No one called her name, nor, cared if she cried as
his love ones felt maimed.
She stood alone over his grave, and talked softly so
no one could see,
Walk slowly my darling---I will be with you soon
---please my love wait for me.
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Monday, January 5, 2015
Mary softly rubbed her baby bump,
And was reward with a kick that made her jump.
Where are you Michael she thought---as she
watched the snowflakes fall without a sound,
around slowing landing on the frozen ground.
Michael left 6 months ago---to fly a mission over
Only two short letters came in months---thinking
made her stomach recoil.
Alone in their little love nest of a home---she took
his letters out,
She read the first one---as she rocked by the fireplace
—and she cried as she read what it was about.
My beautiful Sweetheart---time is standing still for me
---you are so far away,
My eyes are so lonely--- yearning to see your sweet face
---forever and a day.
This land is not like America---the people just survive from
one day to the next,
It is like they expect only this---it is like they are hexed.
I read your letters over and again---they are my breath
---my life---my sin,
I feel your body in my mind---your silkiness so warm
---under my skin.
I sleep in your arms each night---the essence comes
through my mind and wraps around me so protectively,
Your lips kiss me deeply as the night shadows fall
---my heart feels levity.
Your love surrounds me through the day,
And helps the ambiances prolong the stay.
What Heaven gave us---nothing can take
away---in this world or not,
Our souls and hearts are bonded---fate has made
Take care my precious love---my heart is yours
--- to keep,
When earth is only---- dust particles in space
---love does not sleep.
Forever and always---I am truly yours,
Because it is you---my heart adores.
Love Forever and Always,
Mary rocked holding his letter next to heart
---and fell asleep,
Hours later she awoke in bed---confused she
started to weep.
And in the room dashed a man in uniform
---with fear on his face,
Mary screamed and jumped into his arms
---this was her place.
My precious you are home---and I have
a surprise--- for you,
I see your surprise--- and I pray his or
her eyes--- are blue.
Then doing as all lovers do---made sweet love
---until they heard a mourning dove coo,
Mary and Michael together in bed---slept until
the sun dried the early dew.
Then Michael said---Mary---May I have this dance
---he asked in his special way,
Have your forgotten my Sweetheart---it is Valentine Day.
Hearts of pure and true love intertwine,
Counting years together--- makes it all the sweeter
---like the finest of wine.
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