One of a Kind

A story of love, loss and devotion in the form of a poem.

As I strolled along the countryside, 

A lady I did meet, 

Upon a bench she sat, 

Staring quietly at her feet, 

Her face it was so sullen, 

And her lipstick so precise, 

But the thing I noticed most of all, 

Was the sadness in her eyes, 

She sat there so patiently, 

Glancing at her finger, 

A wistful look upon her face, 

As she let her gaze linger, 

Before long she rose up, 

And went upon her way, 

But she did return, 

Each and every day, 

One day I sat beside her, 

And began to chat away, 

Mostly making small talk, 

Thinking of anything to say, 

Her brown eyes met mine, 

It was then I saw the pain, 

Such heartache and sorrow, 

I never wish to see again, 

She told me of a story, 

Beginning many years ago, 

The story of a girl, 

And her military beau, 

He was strong, tall and handsome, 

Well spoken and refined, 

He treated her like a princess, 

He was one of a kind, 

They met at the local dance, 

When her asked for her hand, 

And they glided around the dance floor, 

To the music from the band, 

His touch it gave her goose bumps, 

And she knew they could not part, 

For in those few short hours, 

He had captured her heart, 

Within months they were engaged, 

They were making plans to wed, 

When that long awaited call arrived, 

He was off to fight instead, 

He told her that he loved her, 

And gave a final kiss goodbye, 

She watched as the man she loved, 

Departed, with a tear in her eye, 

That was the last she seen of him, 

He never did come home, 

A few months later she got a call, 

To say that he was gone, 

They said she should be proud of him, 

That he was so very brave, 

That he saved so many lives, 

As he went to his grave, 

I listened on intently, 

As she went on to say, 

That she still wears the ring he gave her, 

Til this very day, 

He was her one and only, 

He was perfect in her mind, 

No other man could compare, 

He was one of a kind, 

She wiped away a few stray tears, 

As she looked down at her hand, 

And fiddled with the cold metal, 

Of her engagement band, 

It was then I asked why she came here, 

Each and every day,

 She looked me in the eyes, 

Before she did say, 

"This is where he proposed to me, 

Some fifty years ago, 

The happiest day of my life, 

Was spent here with my beau, 

So every day I come here, 

To sit and reminisce, 

And think of my one true love, 

Who everyday I miss," 

We chatted for a little while, 

Before we both parted, 

I made my way home, 

My heart deeply saddened, 

The next day as I strolled, 

I was surprised to see, 

The bench was completely vacant, 

Alone and empty, 

I learnt some weeks later, 

That she had passed away, 

She died peacefully in her sleep, 

After she left me on that day, 

I'm sure that when she slipped away, 

Laying in her bed, 

She was finally reunited with her beau, 

And at last they were wed.

Reviews

[A. Amos]

A graceful and eloquent write, Bravo,

[Distant horizons]

beautiful write. thanks for sharing