Officer and a Gentleman
Not winter blowing cold, not the rough kind
His Air Force topcoat bearing a promise;
Like a gift draped on my shoulders he’ll miss
That from anticipated distance, we find,
One dream to quell a thirsting quite refined
With gentle rush to hold, to care, and kiss.
Yet love must express, his will, to say this,
“How treasured you are and always enshrined.
So come, dear one, let’s trail the endless sand
As I go to war caressed by nights hued;
Yonder the waiting grass, near warm trees’ nest
Our vows anchored on my lifetime’s command...
Return I will, a faithful groom renewed,
Yes, only then shall we feel wholly blest!”
4/24/2016
Broken Wing's Loyalty Contest
*Remembrances of my Dad's Sense
of Devotion for Mom
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2016
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