Beautiful Scars
She sometimes hears him moaning in his sleep,
and if he wakens, often he shows shame
to have his woman hear him softly weep,
“I should have died instead, for I’m to blame.”
He coughs (from scars inside him). His wife aches
To know her husband carries in his heart
a pain as deep as that large scar that makes
folks stare at him! Oh, guilt and pain depart! -
She screams inside her brain, but they do not.
She cradles him, this great big brawny guy,
a hero fireman who so bravely fought
as ashes filled a blue September sky.
Oh, how she wishes she could make him see
how beautiful, with scars and all, is he!
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