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Wednesday, February 15, 2017
The Widowed Bride
A tremendous act of kindness, by him brought love about
For on a cold and blustery day the passions acted out
A Sunny day shown down that perfect April morn
'Twas damp with chill, on wintry night a tiny lass was born
Her papa was a strapping lad, who never shirked from chore
Upon her mother's aching heart, they sent him off to war
Their hearts were locked in mindless bliss, that Spring upon the heath
Too soon their deed tore all apart, mid silence bound to keep
With sturdy limbs, bright eyes of gray and hair of tousled curl
Much interest in the child turned, who'd fathered such a girl?
The letters came to cheer each day, upon the sheath, no mark
But day by day each soldier's fall, revealed his beating heart
Sublime the day the war had passed and soldiers all came home
But not for those whose caissons rolled, her secret love be known
For in first days with lists at post of lads who marched no more
His name did cut the paper white, with ink her heart it tore
Still letters made it to her eyes a mystery hand had sent
As only one could even know from whence their passage rent
And on a day as fair as most with child by her side
She wed the deaf mute postman, who wooed the widowed bride
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