Questioning Senseless Death Poem by Edwina Reizer

The water was cold, the waves fierce
but she plunged in anyway.
For she needed to cleanse her soul once more
on this bitter day.

She felt the sting of the salty brine
and tried hard to stay calm.
She was being swallowed up by the sea,
sand scraping her palm.

Thrown against the sand below
She welcomed all this pain.
Oh if she could stay with this fear
this is where she'd remain.

She felt his pain from desert sand
that was dry except for tears,
And there was memory swirling in her head
of quiet peaceful years.

She gulped down water. Maybe she'd drown
and find him once again.
But the waves threw her onto the shore
and she knew the pain wouldn't end.

Too much the coward to repeat this act
she wiped the salt from her eyes
with anger and sadness and no understanding
of why a good soldier dies.