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Dear Thomas (Letter Four)
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Dear Thomas (Letter Four) |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA 
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Dear Thomas Dear Thomas; I know that it’s been months since I last wrote to you. I miss you dear and life it’s been a struggle to get through. My Thomas every night I pray for an ending to this war. I scarcely can remember now just what we’re fighting for. Each day another soldier dies; another widow weeps. Each night I reach to touch you not from in the depth of sleep. You’re now a dad, a baby boy who looks so much like you with hair of gold, soft satin skin, and sparkling eyes of blue. How quietly he lays at night so still, his body curled. How frightening I find to bring a son into this world. Will he be called to war like you and leave his newfound bride? Will he watch the horrors that unfold as death walks by his side? I show him his dad’s picture that is hung upon the wall, the one I took of you down by the barn, here in the fall. I hold him close and tell him of a man he’ll never know who was a hero, was his dad and God, I miss you so. I hate to go, but Thomas, I must, now, tell you goodnight. It hurts to put this down in words but, this is the last I’ll write. We buried you three weeks ago out there on Thompson’s hill by that old oak we picnicked neath where Dawson creek runs still. I planted flowers on your grave, though none have sprouted yet, they’ll blossom bright among the greens so no one will forget the man you were, the hero, who bravely fought so well and saved the lives of many on the field where he, then, fell. Time won’t erase the life we shared or dull my memory; time only takes what we allow. Love always, Anne Marie * * * * Dear Thomas Dear Thomas (Letter Two) Dear Anne Marie Dear Thomas (Letter Three) Dear Anne Marie (Letter Two) I am nothing special...and my name will soon be forgotten,but I've loved another with all my heart and soul,and to me,this has always been enough.~N.S [This message has been edited by hoot_owl_rn (02-01-2005 07:18 PM).] |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
It hurts to put this down in words but this is the last I’ll write. We buried you three weeks ago out there on Thompson’s hill by that old oak we picnicked neath where Dawson creek runs still. I planted flowers on your grave, though none have sprouted yet, they’ll blossom bright among the greens so no one will forget the man you were, the hero, who bravely fought so well and saved the lives of many on the field where he, then, fell. Time won’t erase the life we shared or dull my memory; ~*~ Oh dang dang dang...you caught me, hook, line, and Kleenex... |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
deeply touching - Susan If I wander far enough, long enough, will I finally know . . . |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Karilea...Pass the kleenex please...Ruth..you put so much emotional power into this ...and it felt so real, I know it is real to people all over.  |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Fantastic writing...James |
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garysgirl  
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Oh my, Ruth!! I knew when I saw your name that it was going to be excellent poetry, but this is amazing. I haven't seen the others in your series, but I'm going to see them now. This seemed so real, and like Martie said, it is real for so many tonight. Hugs, Ethel |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
 gawd! |
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nn Member
since 2000-09-18
Posts 75 |
sooo touching  so well put |
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jellybeans Member Elite
since 2000-10-13
Posts 2298 |
oh yes, I agree with the above...this is poetry written with depth of comprehension...and compassion |
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