Dear Reader,
This poem came to me in the middle of the night. I thought you might like to read it today and not wait until Sunday.
Goodbye my love
They walked along the beach
holding hands
talking of their tomorrows,
pictured children, picnics, sandcastles,
love was in the air
in their hearts.
She started in the hospital,
he went to war in France,
they wrote whenever they could
how they missed each other
how they were counting days
until their leave came up.
Then the telegram came,
the soldier had been killed
in battle,
but a brave death
or so they said.
Goodbye my love
goodbye, my love
my everything,
the woman wept,
despairing
of mankind's stupidity.
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With best wishes, Patricia
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