A Cut Above The Rest - Poem by Orlando Belo
My great-grandfather was a soldier
and Rebecca was his loving wife.
They were wed in what was then India
and she was accustomed to army life.
They lived in an army bungalow
on the outskirts of Lahore.
Whilst the Major was away on duty
a guard kept their home secure.
One evening as the sun was setting
an open window let in the breeze.
The manservant lit the oil lamps
then retired into the eaves.
As Rebecca sat quietly reading
a suspicious sound came from outside.
she took her father's sword from the wall
and stood by the closed curtain's side.
With the sword raised high and ready
she was ready to take a swing.
Nervously she stood there waiting
for whatever the night would bring.
First movement behind the curtains,
then a hand, then an arm came through.
Without warning came a swipe of the sword.
She had severed the wrist in two.
A horrible scream of pain instantly followed.
The man left his severed limb behind.
When Rebecca later told about the story
she said the burglar left more than he could find.
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