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Tennessee Angel Senior Member
since 2000-06-03
Posts 661Tennessee |
Some say I have your smile. I'm not sure if I agree. Family says you went away never knowing about me. There was a picture on the mantel I first noticed when I was three. I still recall the way she cried when I said "Mama, who is he?''. She turned to me with tears in her eyes and told me of a love so true. I hung on every word she said as she told me about you. You were the youngest boy of old man Rhodes. She loved your eyes of blue. Two blocks down in an old brick house, you were the first love she ever knew. I remember her eyes clouding over as she told me about a day when all of the men of a certain age packed a bag and went away. They all promised to return. "See ya soon" they all would say. She said she held you tight for the longest time. You had to pry her hands away. You sent your love by mail to her and told her stories about the war. She was only seventeen back then and wasn't sure what you were fighting for. Every morning in the paper new photos they would print. Pictures of men who gave their lives in a distant and far off land. She was nearly four months along before she gathered the courage to tell you about the babe she carried. Come November she would be due. The day she mailed the letter was the day she learned the news. Gone was the youngest of old man Rhodes, the one with the eyes of blue. Many years have passed now and Mama has passed away too. I have a little girl of my own and she has your eyes of blue. She found your picture just last night and she paused so seriously. I could not hold back the tears when she said "Mama, who is he?". |
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Bec Member
since 2001-02-23
Posts 475Canberra |
Tennessee Angel... Heart wrenching. "She was only seventeen back then and wasn't sure what you were fighting for." I'm sure there were probably a lot of scared and lonely women left at home wondering what was really going on. So many feelings an emotions swirling around, and you capture them perfectly. Bravo. Bec  "Poetry and Hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. And all you can do is to go where they can find you." |
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EagleScorpion Senior Member
since 2000-03-08
Posts 1644Here, Now, Forever |
Yes.. it is a sad thing that people just fought for no good reason. Well.. i dont know what to say, this was deep. Love your work |
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LadySofia Member
since 2000-05-16
Posts 238FL., USA |
This was so sad...and is a reminder to me of my friend Daryl who is in the navy. Pray he returns, my buddy with eyes so blue (that is true)! Bratissimo! This poem is a heart-wrencher. ^_^ LadySofia Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate, Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath |
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