The Soldier's WifeA Poem by SophieShe sat at the bus stop next to me the woman told me she was eighty three Her gnarled hands clutched a ring and when she spoke the birds ceased to sing
She told me her tale the story of love and loss The story of how sixty years ago her lover lifted her veil
They kissed, they were in love and that was always enough but a short year later, her lover wanted something greater
He went into the army, but wrote every day, but then everything turned grey.
Her lover was gone for good he was dead, the proof was the bullet in his head.
This frail woman next to me, her shoulders shake while she cries, she tells me the she promised him, if he should ever die, she would go on with her life.
The tears pool on her lined face, her eyes clouded with grief, I'm happy she remembers him, even though she doesn't remember her daughter, me. © 2012 SophieAuthor's Note
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Added on June 16, 2012Last Updated on June 16, 2012 AuthorSophie-, MAAboutI'm 16 in my sophomore year of high school, I started on this site when i was 14, took about a year break and now i might be back, im just fixing my description because i was annoying as f**k last yea.. more..Writing
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