Love Letters Kept Poem by Paul Warren

His love letters she kept in a shoe box
Tattered now tied in ribbon lots
That she takes them out when she's blue
And she feels there is nothing else to do

These were the ones he sent to say
That he wrote from long away
When there was a lull in the fighting
With shell and bullets stopped flying

Now that's all that is left for her
These letters held for him no more
For he stayed when others came home
As he sleeps with his mates no longer alone

And each year on Remembrance Day
She takes the letters out straight away
As she reads them all again
With his smile remembered then.

© Paul Warren Poetry