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Wilted Rose: A Poem Based Off Of An Original Story
A poem of remembrance, love and World War II
 
  
 The tiny water droplets splash against the window
 And slide slowly down.
 
 The millions of shiny liquid drops
 Create a beautiful effect
 Like a stain glass window.
 
 When the blinding light flashes
 Through the grey clouds high above
 It causes the droplets to glow
 Like a thousand diamonds sparkling
 
 I stare out beyond the cliff
 At the waves crashing 
 Against the jagged rocks
 
 Slowly eroding 
 The towering mountain
 
 The sky rumbles
 Like a growling lion
 
 As I focus my attention
 To a small patch in my backyard
 
 A garden of memories
 Lie deep in the soil
 
 And in the center
 A red rose shines
 Like a light
 Guiding the forgotten memories
 Back to their rightful home
 
 The heavens cry
 As one memory 
 Makes its way
 To the patted earth
 In the center of the yard
 
 
 
 I close my eyes
 And watch as the memory
 Returns to me
 
 A silent movie
 Starts to play in my head
 As the memory begins to unfold
 
 It becomes clearer
 And clearer 
 Until I am living it
 Once again
 
 The sun is shining around me
 On a brilliant summers day
 A man stands on the left of my body
 Clasping my hand
 As we wait anxiously
 For the time to come
 
 Down the street
 We heard the purring of a car
 As it comes into view 
 My heart starts to pound
 And my breathing becomes quicker
 
 But yet I am calm 
 For I am with the man I love most
 My husband
 His aura reflects off of his towering figure
 And warms my soul
 
 The car
 A dark green truck
 Pulls up in front of our house
 It is filled with men
 Dressed identical to the man standing next to me
 
 We walk down the steps
 To the people before us
 As we approach the truck
 The men salute us
 And my husband copies
 For he is ready to go
 Into the world beyond
 A world full of war and anger
 
 
 But he is brave
 And strong
 He fears nothing
 This is his country
 A country he must fight for
 Freedom and independence
 Is now in his hands
 
 I let go of him
 He leans down
 And whispers 
 A short “I love you”
 Into my ear
 I nod
 Letting go of him
 Is like letting go of my life
 
 He walks to the car 
 And climbs in
 I wave goodbye
 As they start down the street
 And soon
 They are out of my view
 
 I wait
 And wait
 And wait
 
 For something
 Someone
 To tell me how he is
 How he is doing
 
 After 2 years of waiting
 For something
 Anything
 It finally came
 
 I remember the ring of the doorbell
 The slight knock on the door
 As I hustle down the stairs
 To answer
 
 
 I placed my hand 
 On the smooth, silver doorknob
 And twist it in a clockwise motion
 Until I hear the familiar click
 Of the door unlocking
 
 In front of me 
 Stands a muscular, tall man
 In a dark green uniform
 I don’t ask a single thing
 For he has a stern look on his face
 
 He enters my room
 Without question and walks over
 To the window with the small banner
 With a red outline
 A white inside
 And a blue star in the center
 
 He kneels down
 Shrouding the banner
 From my view
 He takes something out of his pocket
 And places it onto the banner
 I stare at him in wonder and confusion
 What can be wrong?
 
 As he stands up
 I gasp
 And the tears start to flow
 In place of the dark blue star
 Is now a golden star
 The sign that only signals
 That a soldier
 Has died
 
 I remember walking down 
 The white cobbled stoned road
 Dressed in black
 With tears streaming down my face
 Like a never ending water fall
 
 The horse trots behind me
 Carrying the casket of my beloved
 And the marching band plays
 As his fellow soldiers follow
 Comrades that were always there for him
 And always will be
 
 We reached the grave
 An open hole in the Earth
 As theylowered the casket into the hole
 I cried even more
 Knowing that my love
 Would never return
 
 The bugles were raised high in the air
 As they covered the grave
 The familiar song 
 “Taps”
 Echoed through my ears
 As I watched the grave 
 Through clouded eyes
 
 They folded the flag
 That covered his casket
 And gave it to me 
 I held it close to my heart
 As I knew 
 This flag was the only thing
 That would keep my love
 With me
 Forever
 
 These memories flashed through my head
 As I walked out to the garden
 To the wilted rose in the center
 I scooped it up with a shovel
 And placed it into a pot
 
 From there I traveled in my car
 To the cemetery near by
 I walked through the graves
 Slowly and quietly
 
 The white grave stone 
 Stood high in front of me
 I read my soldiers name on the front
 And traced it with my hands
 Closing my eyes
 Reliving the memory once again
 
 The rain soaked my jacket
 As I stood their crying
 Holding the pot with the rose
 Close to me
 
 
 Finally, the time came
 When I knew I had to let go
 I took the rose out of the pot
 And placed it into a hole I had made
 Its petals were dead and wilted
 But it still held strong
 It had never fully died along with my husband
 This rose was him
 It was to remind me that he was always with me
 He had never died within me
 
 I walked away 
 As the sun began to shine
 Peeking in through the canopy of trees
 I smiled
 For today was a new day
 And I knew I was never alone
 
 Behind me
 The brilliant sunlight shone on the wilted flower
 And slowly
 It began to rise once again
 With its head held up to the sky in triumph
 Love can never die
 
 
 
 
 
 REMEMBER
 NEVER FORGET
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