The telling

by | Oct 31, 2009 | Poetry | 0 comments

It is early in the morning
Another day is dawning
At the preying time
As the army wife lies
Fitfully Sleeping
Suddenly she hears
A sound she dreads
And fears
At the family door
A flash of shock hits her
Like the bullet which
Killed her husband
A few short hours ago.

Now the company waits
To break the news
It’s the telling time
Alone with her children
Not a family anymore.


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