A Soldiers Farewell
The war was over, yet the loneliness settled in harder. The bombings ceased, but my love did not return.
The dirt road was empty, my mind wondering on the young man that left my side for pride of the foolish politics and propaganda.
Oh my love and as I smiled lovingly on the river bed in time gone by, planning the lives of our children and their names.
My love and I lived as humble Catholics, loving man and wife. My love where are you now? My warm breathing staining the glass in hopes of seeing him walk up the dusty path he left on.
The sound of a vehicle driving up the road, slowing down, brakes screaming to a halt outside my wooden fence, the excitement of the possibility of it being him, my love.
2 men walking up my path he built so lovingly, in there officer suits, fine looking gentlemen, but none are my love. The gentle repeated knocks on my door.
The pause and hesitation before I open the door. The pounding of my heart, our eyes meet, wanting to stop in the moment unaware of how to react. The arm stretched out with a small letter in hand.
The strife of war and the lonliness it creates protrayed here in all its ugliness and longing.
touching
War is not pretty, but when it finished Its destructive effects remain
Wars arise from arrogance and pig-headedness of politicians who are only after feathering their stinking nests.Cheer up.
a poignant poem of bitter reality.
Oh dear, you have touched my soul, very sad poem, I can hardly see my typed words..