A poem of love, war and what it sometimes can bring |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Talking to herself, she sat alone in the dark with a tear streaming down her pale cheek. A full year had gone by since his fateful embark on his last tour of duty in Mozambique. "My dear husband," she said weeping in clear disbelief of her dearly departed Howard. "I sit here with a flag from the Commander in Chief that proves you were no coward." She patted it as if it were his back and tears flowed down even more. "They gave you Medals of Honor with this plaque that read, "A Marine to the core." Howard meant much more to his grieving wife. He was very kind, gentle and sweet. With him by her side there was never strife and because of him, she felt complete. Today, however, marked another special day. It was Twenty-five years ago they had been wed. The same day another Marine came over to say that her husband was now dead. Special note I dedicate this poem to those who have lost a loved one fighting in the name of "freedom", anywhere in the world. Featured in Shadows: A Paper Doll Gang Publication Volume 1, Issue 2 ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |