Saturday 23 April 2016

I'M COMING HOME...









I'M COMING HOME

If he closed his eyes, he could see her still
her soft brown hair teased by a gentle breeze
her smiling eyes, glistening with tears 
as she kissed him farewell.
He'd taken her hand and touched the shiny gold ring
he'd placed there just twenty four hours earlier.
He'd reassured her that it'd be over soon
he'd be home before she knew it.
He promised to bring her a present, whatever she'd like.
"Just a flower, something to show me where you've been,
nothing more."

They found him in a field of poppies
one perfect flower tucked into his pocket, 
along with a half written letter...
"I'm coming home..."

© Crissouli April 23, 2016



In memory of all who gave their future for ours.


Image Free use, courtesy of Pixabay

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