Post by DemonicKitty on Jun 6, 2006 12:16:53 GMT -5
This poem is by one of my friends, it is also one of my most favorite poems ever:
She’d been meaning to write,
But didn’t know what she should say.
She knew when they married.
That he might have to go away.
It was over a year
Since he had shipped out to Iraq.
What was she supposed to do?
She couldn’t wait till he came back.
So she had an affair,
And soon forgot her soldier man.
She read all of his letters,
And said, she’ll write back when she can.
But that time never came,
For she’d fallen for another.
A man so like her husband,
She now loved the soldier’s brother.
And she prayed every night,
Her soldier would not discover,
The secrets she’d been hiding,
Of the one who was her lover.
Each letter she received
Bade her wait, and try to be strong.
He asked why she didn’t write,
And wondered if something was wrong.
One morning she woke up
And saw her husband in his chair.
Her lover lay beside her,
Fast asleep and unaware.
Tears drenched his weathered face,
As the soldier spoke to his wife.
“Is this why you never wrote?
Was it for this, I risked my life!”
“Each time I had to fight
All I could do was think of you.
Thoughts of you kept me alive,
You were the only hope I knew.”
“But you never wrote me,
Never gave me reason to hope.
No words of encouragement,
That might give me the strength to cope.”
“Now I sit before you,
And I finally understand why.
Why I never found hope,
And why I must tell you goodbye.”
She asked him not to leave,
When she heard a knock at her door.
She said, wait, I’ll be right back,
As she hurried across the floor.
And there in her doorway
A soldier waited patiently.
He handed her a letter,
And she read it silently.
She dropped it from her hand.
Hardly believing what she’d read.
She said, no, this can’t be right,
The letter says my husband’s dead!
But I just spoke with him,
He’s waiting in the other room.
We had a conversation,
Something I didn’t just presume.
She ran to the bedroom,
And saw her husband sitting there.
She said, I told you so,
Then quickly pointed at the chair.
The soldier looked puzzled,
Looking on in quiet dismay.
“Ma’am there’s no one in that chair.”
She heard him politely say.
She looked back at the chair,
Her husband wiped away a tear,
He stood and waved goodbye,
And then she watched him disappear.
Now each year on this day,
In honor of the life he gave.
She always writes a letter,
And puts it on her husband’s grave.
Copyright to Adamaron
She’d been meaning to write,
But didn’t know what she should say.
She knew when they married.
That he might have to go away.
It was over a year
Since he had shipped out to Iraq.
What was she supposed to do?
She couldn’t wait till he came back.
So she had an affair,
And soon forgot her soldier man.
She read all of his letters,
And said, she’ll write back when she can.
But that time never came,
For she’d fallen for another.
A man so like her husband,
She now loved the soldier’s brother.
And she prayed every night,
Her soldier would not discover,
The secrets she’d been hiding,
Of the one who was her lover.
Each letter she received
Bade her wait, and try to be strong.
He asked why she didn’t write,
And wondered if something was wrong.
One morning she woke up
And saw her husband in his chair.
Her lover lay beside her,
Fast asleep and unaware.
Tears drenched his weathered face,
As the soldier spoke to his wife.
“Is this why you never wrote?
Was it for this, I risked my life!”
“Each time I had to fight
All I could do was think of you.
Thoughts of you kept me alive,
You were the only hope I knew.”
“But you never wrote me,
Never gave me reason to hope.
No words of encouragement,
That might give me the strength to cope.”
“Now I sit before you,
And I finally understand why.
Why I never found hope,
And why I must tell you goodbye.”
She asked him not to leave,
When she heard a knock at her door.
She said, wait, I’ll be right back,
As she hurried across the floor.
And there in her doorway
A soldier waited patiently.
He handed her a letter,
And she read it silently.
She dropped it from her hand.
Hardly believing what she’d read.
She said, no, this can’t be right,
The letter says my husband’s dead!
But I just spoke with him,
He’s waiting in the other room.
We had a conversation,
Something I didn’t just presume.
She ran to the bedroom,
And saw her husband sitting there.
She said, I told you so,
Then quickly pointed at the chair.
The soldier looked puzzled,
Looking on in quiet dismay.
“Ma’am there’s no one in that chair.”
She heard him politely say.
She looked back at the chair,
Her husband wiped away a tear,
He stood and waved goodbye,
And then she watched him disappear.
Now each year on this day,
In honor of the life he gave.
She always writes a letter,
And puts it on her husband’s grave.
Copyright to Adamaron