A US soldier in Iraq remembers Christmas and his love. |
CHRISTMAS CALL: award winner, Editor's pick Separated we are by More than a thousand mile. At this Christmas I crave for Your gentle touch and smile. From this land I cannot send You even an e-mail. In this desert my cell phone Is destined but to fail. I rue the day when I had With you a verbal spat. I jumped at a decision In a raw moment flat. Your attention, fleetingly, To another did sway, Making me join the army, So that I get away. Separation kindles love; Verily it is so. But we both discovered this Through a process too slow. It was on the Christmas Eve That from my home I flew To land among human bombs That truly roast and stew. How I long for tender touch And for your sweetest kiss! These are what at this Christmas, In Iraq, I do miss. * Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format. * Awarded Honourable Mention Prize in Magyk’s Monthly poetry contest, item 1048231 "Invalid Item" * Editor's pick in Romance / Love newsletter dated 13 November 2013 and 10 December 2014. • Originally written as item 953651, which was deleted 17 May 2005 and this poem was included as entry 347695 in the book WAR POETRY , "WAR POETRY--award winner" . Re-posted as static item on 9 June 2007. M C Gupta December 25, 2004 |