Sunday, 25 November 2012



I recall the letters you sent me
when I was just a lad
perfumed color paper
made my senses mad.

The love you put into words
brought tears to my eyes
at the end of every letter
you left a beautiful surprise.

Fighting made it harder
never knowing if I would live
your words made me determined
the comfort it would give.

The war bloody and merciless
friends dying in their droves
all I could smell was perfume
and the pungent smell of cloves.

For many weeks nothing came
I felt sad and alone
desperate for your words
dreaming on my own.

When the mail finally arrived
my heart would pound wild
you are my one and only
my beautiful sweet child.

The war had finally ended
very soon we would be as one
memories are still vivid
as we sit beneath the sun.

Your letters kept me alive
spiritually you were with me
even when all around was tragic
you always made me free.

A young soldier in WW1 alone, death all around, having his loved ones letters to read on a cold winter night when the shelling and firing ceased for a few moments.

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