Before you left I never got the chance
The train was coming and things were complicated
The words that I never said flew over the oceans with you
They kept you safe when the bombs boomed and the gunshots grew
You wrote many letters to me and I bound them up with twine
I only wrote you one letter
I gave it to you when you came home in a wooden box covered with stripes and stars
A soldier gave your mother the purple heart you’d earned
And everyone shoveled dirt on the pine lid
I laid a letter on the surface
So you would know that I was just writing to tell you I love you
That is so sad, but great ending. I love the way you pull it together at the end, great job!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I got chills just reading that! That would be so hard to go through, even thinking of it just kills you inside. I love the idea of the poem