An imaginary letter from loved ones back home.
Dear Love,
I wanted to tell you how clearly
the blackbird is singing this year at dawn.
I am always awake then while you are not here.
I meant to explain the spell I fell under today when
I noticed a butterfly wing, but it will keep,
next year we may share the wonder.
I would love you to feel the velvet leaves springing
as they early unfurl on the new tree-fern,
but that will keep too until you are home again.
What I wanted to say my dearest is how much I miss you,
and because it gets lonely
I have a new kitten which miows, loudly.
Please do take care, you are my all -I do here all that I can.
That war is taking it's toll, I saw Jill today, her Tom
is back home but is now only half a man.
What a shame, yet she said she hoped your stay out there
will end soon, and the hug she sent I will keep.
I try to explain to the baby I yearn for his Dad,
and attempted to take his picture today
but so far, no smiles.
it will all keep though until the next line I write.
I try to pray, and I am burning daily our own special
home-fires.
Now I really must go, and get lonely sleep
in spite of desiring but failing to stem silly weeping,
But I will still try.
If you can, please stay out of the strife.
I do know, like you know, love bridges the miles.
Keep singing our favourite song.
Always your loving wife.
Yes Fay,Love does bridge distances,but only maybe for one or two heart beats,before the heart ache resumes it's hurting. Great poem though!