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Lost but Held

Lost but Held

 

Her grief was too much to contain

too unbearable to accept

She dropped the brown envelope to the floor

held fast to the arm of a chair

What she had most dreaded

had come to pass in a few typed words

Loss, regret, courage - Killed in Action

Their Majesty´s condolences

A bomber in the night sky over Kiel

her son who had seldom known fear

A mother imagined the scene 

wreckage strewn about a field

all that remained of an only son

She went up to his bedroom

left as always in something of a mess

She closed the window and the door

and for years never entered once more

Years passed and she too left this world

others came to find a room locked

opened to discover it filled with dust

and completely untouched

A tomb of private memory and grief

sealed for a time by a broken heart

who could not accept to be apart

A grieving mother 

who could love no other

◄ Old Father Tom

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raypool

Sat 13th May 2017 21:10

A kind of innocence comes through in this Keith. A simple story that reveals tragedy and is moving in its directness.

Ray

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