Her Heart

She sat on a bench
she hadnt sat on hince,
thumbing her trinket in hand.

Sun bathed in warmth
she scanned the white fence,
with thoughts of a Man.



Recalling her passions
of what moved her so
From a Man of long ago.

Her fingers gently glided
across a Ribboned Medal
as her tears started to flow.



A Purple Heart
she had cupped in hand
blue the one in her chest.

For it was here
she waved goodbye
to a sailor in his vest.



She thought of love
like a bush and a rose
it intertwines and grows.

But one day it blooms
into a beautiful flower
then plucked and away it goes.



A seed was planted
in the heat of passion
but her love forever grew.

Now her childrens children
are still told of the hero
the grandfather they never knew.



Her Trinket in hand
is whats left of a man
She waved to years ago!

Standing right here
face full of tears
Watching her Heart go!



Its been so long
since she had been here
the scenery has changed too.

But the last place
she saw her Heart
it sailed into the ocean blue.