Tempestuous and stormy she stalks,
her eyes glowing in the light of a solitary lamp.
Nothing can soothe her, not even her walks
across the same worn path of carpet as her cheeks are damp.
She’s been waiting every night for her hero,
wearing a ribbon on her chest,
desperately wanting to know,
but fearing what might come next…
The winds of forbidding will subside
When she finally has him in her arms,
when the last tears have been cried,
and she knows he is safe from harm.
Thank you to all of our veterans.
Image from public domain pictures.