The Box Under the Bed

Shortly after my sprit left this world She found a box under the bed All my secrets would slowly unfold With each tear falling as she read. Thoughts were revealed I never intended As they were private and may hurt My true love was now digging Though my past and all the dirt. She discovered events so shocking It made her scream with rage “How could he do this without talking?” She yelled, ripping through each page. Then she found a small photo A young child with eyes… icy blue As she gazed she just had to know Whose child?...and what to do. She clenched the photo in her hand While gazing upward towards the sky “How could you, I just can’t understand? It appears I’ll never know why.” At that moment the doorbell rang She quickly ran and opened the door There stood a fine young man Eyes crystal blue, and in uniform. They embraced, and she started to cry So he spoke softly in her ear “I finally found you on my last try, Let me wipe away your last tear.” So… if you know a veteran who has served Give them all your love, spread it around For what they have done, they deserve A special gift… like my love just found. By Greg Stanley July 31, 2012