Tuesday, September 15, 2009
She keeps them in a jewelry box beneath a feathered bed,
underneath a ring he bought before the day they wed.
When the night leaves sleep behind and pain is all it brings,
she pulls each letter out to read, then slips on his ring.
Some words in ink have faded from countless fallen tears,
but she knows each one by heart after all these years.
When memory comes of a final kiss, for a moment he is there
hands gently stroking through long, thick, raven hair.
For awhile she hears him speaking, so soothing is his voice,
saying he would not have left if there had been a choice.
Then, as if it was a dream comes the break of Dawn,
the only man she ever loved, once again, is gone.
She keeps them in a jewelry box beneath a feathered bed,
underneath a ring he bought before the day they wed.
Love letters from a man who loved, a soldier sent to fight
giving her what he could to get through lonely nights.
Copyright©2009Billy Rob Hopkins
underneath a ring he bought before the day they wed.
When the night leaves sleep behind and pain is all it brings,
she pulls each letter out to read, then slips on his ring.
Some words in ink have faded from countless fallen tears,
but she knows each one by heart after all these years.
When memory comes of a final kiss, for a moment he is there
hands gently stroking through long, thick, raven hair.
For awhile she hears him speaking, so soothing is his voice,
saying he would not have left if there had been a choice.
Then, as if it was a dream comes the break of Dawn,
the only man she ever loved, once again, is gone.
She keeps them in a jewelry box beneath a feathered bed,
underneath a ring he bought before the day they wed.
Love letters from a man who loved, a soldier sent to fight
giving her what he could to get through lonely nights.
Copyright©2009Billy Rob Hopkins
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