She felt the wedding band on her finger
She stared at the hands of the grandfather clock
Alongside hung the battered old calendar
Marking the days as the war was fought
Beside her feet on the tattered rug
Lay the remains of that morning’s paper
Bearing that bittersweet piece of news
That all the fighting was finally over
Their daughter lay asleep in the room next door
She had only been three when her daddy left
And two years later, he was returning at last
Home for her birthday, his promise kept
A sharp knock suddenly broke her thoughts
Hands shaking she reached for the door
A cold gust hit her in the face
As she saw that dreaded reality come forth
They brought his casket in from the snow
Offering hugs and words to ease her sorrow
But they gave up and left soon enough
As she quietly wept for her fallen hero
A father, a husband gone forever
A family shattered, torn apart
A brother, a son turned to stone
Lay in that room with a bullet through his heart
No power, no money, no words of promise
Could return to life this soldier lost
No war was ever worth the price
No victory could justify the lives it cost
~M
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