For Memorial Day

A Widow's Grieving For a Vietnam Veteran or any Veteran's Widow. We too pay a steep price for our country.
Sun Sep 20, 2009 6:26 PM CDT
poem
By mstanley2265
reprint for Memorial Day
Widows Song

He takes her hand
Wraps his arms around her
He's in the faraway yet always near
Her love her dear

Two people meet
Slowly hold hands as they talk
Heads touching as they walk
They said their marriage vows
Never broken
Spoken with glances of love

She touched him each day
Prayed a word or two
Somehow knowing
That which is beyond good
Will end, it's true

He stayed the night
Their hands clasped tight
Morning came his breath his last
Too quick he was gone
His touch his feel
His warmth his smell so very real
He'll be loving her tonight
Where the faraway is
Because she's always his
Feeling him near
Her love her dear

His memory slows her step
She stops and closes her eyes
Holds her breath and waits
To let him one more time
Wrap his arms around her

She took him home
To the Kentucky Bluegrass
A Lady with class
No tears could she weep
No words of comfort her heart could keep
His love enduring to the last
He's in the faraway yet always near
Her love, her dear

She walks and walks to hold the pain away
In a darkness to deep to grieve
Let her grieve in her own quiet way
As she whispers
Please let him wrap his arms around me
My love, My dear

Past the door she walks
And falls to her knees
In a darkness so deep
She grieves
A whisper a touch a breath
She gets up slow and leaves
To walk and walk
To hold the pain away
Feeling him near
Her love her dear