katiekitten
The Compromise
If you are wondering what the title means, it is latin. It means to be without hope.
“Mommy, when’s Daddy coming home?”
They ask with hope in their eyes.
How can I bear to tell them,
The way their father died.
The sun was shining brightly,
When I saw him last.
Tight in his warm embrace,
The tears start coming fast.
“Not for a while,” I tell them,
Turning my face away.
Visions of his smiling face,
In faded photos so grey.
A month had passed so slowly,
Leaves fading to fall,
I heard a car in the driveway,
I suddenly felt so small.
A knocking sound echoed throughout the house,
I struggled to hide dismay,
As I saw the army insignia on the callers chest,
He was supposed to return in May.
A Sergeant stood at the doorway,
Curly haired head bowed.
He looked up as I opened the door,
My heart was pounding ever so loud.
He had gravely tipped his hat,
Before passing his burden to me.
A tattered hat, a shrivelled letter,
I dreaded what I would see.
The sergeant left shortly after,
I guess he couldn’t wait.
I watched the car drive away,
So fast he had to be late.
The letter held an apology,
I read with a shaking hand,
My husband had passed away, it seemed,
On the enemies land.
They found him in a shell hole,
Shredded to pieces by the blast,
He hadn’t felt a thing, they assured me,
It had happened very fast.
The letter slipped from my grasp,
I collapsed to the floor and wept.
My soldier, my love, keeper of my heart-
I had nothing left.
My children, they comforted me,
Returned my will to live,
Although always at the thought of him,
I will feel my heart give.
So how can I tell them?
The way their father died.
How can I cruelly remove,
The twinkle of hope in their eyes.
Please read and review. I am not very good with poems, I just thought I would have a shot. *Shrugs* You never know...
“Mommy, when’s Daddy coming home?”
They ask with hope in their eyes.
How can I bear to tell them,
The way their father died.
The sun was shining brightly,
When I saw him last.
Tight in his warm embrace,
The tears start coming fast.
“Not for a while,” I tell them,
Turning my face away.
Visions of his smiling face,
In faded photos so grey.
A month had passed so slowly,
Leaves fading to fall,
I heard a car in the driveway,
I suddenly felt so small.
A knocking sound echoed throughout the house,
I struggled to hide dismay,
As I saw the army insignia on the callers chest,
He was supposed to return in May.
A Sergeant stood at the doorway,
Curly haired head bowed.
He looked up as I opened the door,
My heart was pounding ever so loud.
He had gravely tipped his hat,
Before passing his burden to me.
A tattered hat, a shrivelled letter,
I dreaded what I would see.
The sergeant left shortly after,
I guess he couldn’t wait.
I watched the car drive away,
So fast he had to be late.
The letter held an apology,
I read with a shaking hand,
My husband had passed away, it seemed,
On the enemies land.
They found him in a shell hole,
Shredded to pieces by the blast,
He hadn’t felt a thing, they assured me,
It had happened very fast.
The letter slipped from my grasp,
I collapsed to the floor and wept.
My soldier, my love, keeper of my heart-
I had nothing left.
My children, they comforted me,
Returned my will to live,
Although always at the thought of him,
I will feel my heart give.
So how can I tell them?
The way their father died.
How can I cruelly remove,
The twinkle of hope in their eyes.
Please read and review. I am not very good with poems, I just thought I would have a shot. *Shrugs* You never know...
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