Going through
An old box the other day
Had me thinking of you.
Held with a rubber band,
Hundreds of memories
In the palm of my hand.
Cards you sent for birthdays
Some just because.
Silver for my wedding day.
Graduation from Boot Camp,
I'd mark where you were
With push-pins and a map.
A card of silk and lace
To celebrate the birth of my child
While you're in some far off place.
Didn't hear from you for a while,
Off doing your soldiers duty.
I'd think of you with a smile.
Then it happened.
It was harder than I thought,
Hurt more than I imagined.
One last card,
To remember your life.
It's crumpled, torn and scarred.
Put them away,
Swipe at a tear.
I'll show the girls one day.
Breathe a deep sigh
Put the box back in the closet.
And again, say goodbye. |