Dedication of True Love
In the early morning before splashes of light filters
through into our bedroom,
I can recall every word My Darling said--
after he said, “I do” as a groom.
Way before the alarm clock makes its annoying
sound my mind revisits the time of----sweet
“Wake up! My beautiful darling it is time to kiss the
morning light and me---as his enticing lips so sweetly
near----- hovered above.
His dark eyes shined with love and passion,
As his eyes smoldered leisurely---as they made
love to my face in his gentle, meticulous fashion.
He kissed my neck with his full masterful lips,
My skin trembled as it registered and recorded
each touch as they trailed down to my silky
My bones were liquefied by then, my lips waited
It was a wondrous journey his lips made, as my
impatient lips yearned.
My dreams were truly answered as his dexterous lips
My body left this earth----as it soared up to the stars,
for my eyes to witness another place and another time.
He answered all my requests, yearnings, cravings, and
desires with his proficient lips and hands, for this I forever
Then we made love until the morning sun filtered through
the pines, until we were--- sated.
Alone, I now turn over in our bed---pressing my face deep
into his pillow,as I can still smell his masculine scent,
Our love so supremely ardent because of “Man Made War”
was a love lost---for now it cannot be—it was not meant.
I sleep in one of his shirts every night, while our sweet
twin boys sleep in their bassinets---by my bed,
They do not understand their sweet darling Daddy will
not be home because the war took him away from us----
and he is now dead.
His physical body can no longer be,
With broken hearts and hands that
trembled----we threw his ashes out to sea.
Months later---- in the starry early morning---
before flashes of light announced the day,
I was shocked and pleased to see his grey
silhouette lying next to me, as he smiled in
his special way.
He kissed me and the twins, as he indicated one
day he would return again,
and here I wait as our babies to grow up without
I listen each night as they say their prayers,
and it always
brings tears to my eyes, because in their sweet
baby voices they say,
“Daddy, come home—we love you.” and
then I wait for---their Amen.
I dedicated this poem to all the women and men who lost the great loves
of their lives by Terrotist in America, or by a war on foreign soil.
Men make war--- and now both brave men and women die because of it.
I honor their most precious gifts which they gave us all---- who fought for
their homeland and families who dwelled inside the--- Great United States of America.
Women and men who gave their hearts and bodies so we may have a Life, Liberty
and the Pursuit of Happiness, and Freedom to enjoy it.
I thank you all for your “Dedication of True Love.”
Her Beachfront Home
She watched the sunset from her beachfront home,
feeling alone once again,
Her sons and their wives had just left, she was so
proud of her grown men.
She wished more than ever that he could be here,
Because this is the special time for love ones to
It has been thirty two years since that damn war took
him from me,
And the pain is still in my heart, and it will always be.
My daughter-in-laws want me to date, ---- get out and
have fun they say,
Don't stay in this house day after day.
My love for him will always be strong, and it is enough
She only waits until he comes for her one day, and then
she will be free.
No one understood this--so she kept it inside,
In her secret heart----- that is where it will hide.
Now the sun is gone--- she watched the waves
sail upon the beach sand in the dark,
The chill of the night silently crept into her heart.
But when morning light appeared-- she smiled as the sun
flickered through the trees and danced on their bed,
She always looked upon the pillow where he once
laid his beautiful head.
Then she closed her eyes and waited for that special dream,
Of seeing her Darling beside her, kissing and holding her it
is always supreme.
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