- Non-Erotic Poetry
- A farewell to my soldier
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Running across the box of letters
brought tears to my eyes
the fragile paper had yellowed
I hesitate to open knowing I would.
Not to open was never an option.
His writing came flooding in to my mind.
Dear Squeaks its now down to a week.
Can you believe it's a week seven ordinary days?
The fighting has slowed but it normally does before the crush.
I have kept my mind busy with plans when I get home.
I needed something to focus upon.
Today's shooting has picked up quite quickly.
I am getting orders to get ready to move out
will finish my last letter home squeak.
Love from your mountain man.
Derrick
I fit perfectly into his body
His hands would touch my back ever so lightly.
He was so tall I would wear my heels.
Excitement overflowed counting down the date.
Nothing would happen to take away my fate.
Waking upon the morning of his return..
Allowed me to yearn for him all anew
His kiss his eyes his manliness
I said a little prayer for him..
I was in such euphoria nothing touched me
I know my prayers were answered
After all he was coming home to me, today.
His heart was beating on the same land as mine
For the first time in two years.
Soon it will be time to leave for the airport...
Knocking endless knocking I wasn't sure who
watching my parents stepping back so the four men
Could walk towards me.
I thought just like Derrick having me an escort
I smiled but nobody else was.
Low murmuring eyes bowed, tears falling.
Unable to read the telegram it was read aloud.
Derrick died a hero's death, saving a platoon of men.
I went falling, spiraling, not caring, I was sure I was dying.
And if not I was wanting to be.
I closed my eyes placed the letter in the official ribbon
Of Red white and blue.
Long as I remember it rained during his funeral..
I placed the letters back into their white satin pouch
It was to soon to read this again.
Fingers dancing over the embossed numbers and letters
Private Derrick Anderson Micheals
DOB April 15 1951 ... Date expired December 31, 1971
Killed in the line of duty a true hero of the United States of America.
I am much older than him. Yet I hold onto the thoughts when we meet he will still see me as Squeak the young woman he left behind. He has stayed young in my dreams..
