Candlelit Vigil
The sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust
Their farmland sapping every last ounce of energy
Animals and crops, entrusted and on her own to adjust
With welcome visits of encouragement from the clergy
All the men had enlisted swearing they’d be back
Leaving behind wives who hushed their worst fears
Nights spent dreaming of men riding home on horseback
Godforsaken days turned to months turned to tears
The war years seemed like only yesterday
Like a treacherous nightmare that could be swept aside
With each sunrise, all held their breath for judgment day
Dreams of lighthearted love and happy times gone astride
A woman has premonitions others call foresight
Setting aside the unopened envelope with its postmark
Sat alone with his bloodstained letter well into the night
The candle sputtered, spent, and all was dark
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on April 13, 2018 for contest ONE NINE AND SIXTEEN sponsored by VIV WIGLEY - RANKED 4TH
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2018
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