One Emerald Pendant
I sit and read old letters of a true romantic love gone wrong,
reading each letter hoping each exact word would try to speak-
I hear my gramma’s favorite song; death she knew all along,
and as I wipe a woeful tear I notice an old beautiful antique.
When grandpa left for war she was left pregnant with their first.
He made sure that special trinket was hidden in a safe place-
Her e m e r a l d eyes wept, for one more touch she did thirst,
when that first letter came I’d wish to see the look on her face.
Each Friday a letter arrived through that slit in the door.
O N E by O N E she read them over and over many times again-
She anticipated them like a kid in a penny candy store,
but when the letters stopped arriving she knew it was the E N D .
For their love was too real for him to just retreat and not write.
He had a baby to hold when he was to come home before-
It was World War II and she knew he put up a good fight,
but nothing was as deadly as the front line of a serious war.
Sorrow filled her heart as she ran to her room with the baby crying.
Reaching for H I S picture in a drawer she saw the trinket he had left-
Her name engraved on one e m e r a l d pendant; her eyes she kept drying,
she may have smiled in her soul but in her poor heart she was BEREFT...
Five Rhyming Stanza's - 5 only - Poetry Contest
Sponsor, Broken Wings
Date Written: August 22, 2016
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