Conversations Of Bobbie Jane Gaudette - Poem by Hubert Wilson
Bobbie Jane Gaudette seethed with the deepest denial!
How could he leave her?
So frustrated with what he had done.
No hero to her -
Just the man who left.
Now he ws permanently back.
She had only accidently discovered his return.
Just one of the countless victims of the 'Crawford Con'.
Bobbie Jane desperately wanted answers.
Why did he leave her?
Why away so long?
What about their plans to share?
What about their plans for family?
Walking forcefully through the entrance.
Searching him out.
Then, just standing there before him.
Asking all her anticipated questions and more.
She was determined to wait for answers.
Waiting patiently until sundown.
The only responses were a distant mockingbird,
And the crisp breeze through the blood red Turk's Cap blooms.
Bobbie Jane vowed to still keep returning for answers.
Finally, it was time again to leave through the gates of Arlington National Cemetery!
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