What could have been

What could have been

 

 

She waited for him,

on the wedding day,

the day he was supposed to be there.

 

In love all will concur

 

 

 

She stood at the altar alone,

“He forgot me.”

Was all she could think.

 

Unknown to her his body what was left of it,

waiting to be picked up.

No open casket would be shown.

 

He cried past the grave,

his tears fell from Heaven onto the folded flag.

 

His love shown over the wedding day like a rainbow of passion.

But she never saw what was shown her.

 

Beyond the flag and roses,

I love you beyond the stars,

I will love you beyond the grave,

was the words she heard in her heart.

 

As she looked into the sky,

she saw a rainbow of shooting stars,

that spoke to her beyond the grave.

 

Now her children are grown,

and they ask…

“Who was the you only love?”

 

“He was my dream,

my true love,

and your father.”

Author's Note

Reviews

[Christopher Withers]

You invoke some very vivid imagery! A sad read, but I enjoyed it.

[ron]

Thank you Christopher. I tried to do the ones who went off to battle and war justice.

[Lyn Anderson]

A beautiful poem, Ron. Very emotional.

[ron]

Thank you KL. I write it for the ones who never made it back. I dont feel I did them justice. I cried when I wrote this and still cry when I read it.

[ron]

Thank you KL. I cried when I wrote this and still cry when I read it again.

[Lyn Anderson]

Oh, I think you did.

[Vidya Bacchus]

Oh this is so sad Red.It brought a tear to my eye.

[ron]

Thank you Vidya. Tonight I remember those who never made it home.

[ron]

Thank you Vidya. Hold on to the flag...it maybe the one thing that keeps us safe.

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome :)

[Coyote Poetry]

A very sad poem. When true love is lost. Hard to find the willing heart again. War steal the best from us. I keep in touch with children of friends lost in Iraq. I tell them. There father loved them first and always. A powerful poem. Touches old thoughts and memories. Thank you for sharing the powerful poetry.
Coyote

[ron]

Thank you Coyote. Its hard when we see the children of the ones who fell. No words can make the pain go away.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right. I went to my good friend daughter graduation from High School. We went to my friend grave and her father. She is trying to understand his death. Me too.