A Woman's Grief
He tells me it’s his duty
My chest caves in
Tears wash over me
I feel sick all over
I do not leave his side for weeks
Fear won’t let me loosen my grip
He’s dressed and armed
I can watch his excitement bubble
The cries of women and children assaults me
Soothing words of their men fall on deafened ears
The buses roar a warning of departure
His lips touch mine
In his breath I taste his courage
I feel his heart beat with dedication
When our lips part all I taste is my defeat
My eyes remain closed
I can’t watch him walk away
I don’t want to see his back
The thunder of fifteen hundred men marching
Is drowned by women grieving
Our fear and pain comingles
We cry out loud and inside ourselves
Pleas to God, to saints and symbols
All sound the same
Please don’t let my man die!
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