“Courage” they said as I walked onto the battlefield, as I went to protect my country.
“Courage” they said as I pushed a comrade out of a bullet’s path and placing myself there instead.
“Courage” they said as I fell to the ground, lifeless.
“Courage” they said as they gathered up my body.
“Courage” they said as they gave me a twenty-one gun salute.
“Courage” they said, “She was courageous, Ma’am”
She was a beauty, back when the boy-next-door went off to war, promising to stay alive. Three years of agony she went through. Always wondering if she received no reply because the mail was lost or because there was not a sender.
She was a beauty, back when the boy-next-door returned from war a man, although with scars.
She was a beauty, back when she was in her white dress, walking down the aisle towards her teary boy-next-door.
She was a beauty, back when she nearly died giving birth to a baby boy and girl.
She was a beauty, back when she was laughing and making cookies with two small imps.
She was a beauty, back when tragedy struck leaving her without her boy-next-door.
She was a beauty, back when an unknown infant made its presence known, a final remembrance
She was a beauty, back when the twins left for college.
She was a beauty, back when she walked her daughter down the aisle, missing her boy-next-door all the way.
She was a beauty, back when she held her first grandchild.
She was a beauty, back when a drunk driver took one daughter, one son-in-law, and two parents, leaving an orphan.
She was a beauty, back when she raised a lost waif.
She is a beauty and the lines in her skin and hands tells her story
2 Prepare for a slightly forceful rant… I have been thinking recently that life shouldn’t be cut short at either end, that children should grow up with two parents, that families shouldn’t be torn apart by tradegy, that pain shouldn’t be a way to feel. Am I strange?
1 Okay, I am departing from my usual modus operandi with this post. Recently, I have been feeling an inner need to help or do something with my life. Heck, my younger sister is on a missions trip, while I chill at home with my mom and watch Lois and Clark on DVD. This is why I feel the need to do something… I have been haunting Lifesitenews.com for the past couple of days, mostly because I am a bookworm and I love the subject(as in the prolife battles) And I read an article about getting involved in the process of saving tiny lives. In it, they mentioned Bound4life, an organization that I have admired from afar for a long time…so I kinda stalked their site as well…well when it is a respectable hour, I shall be asking my mother for permission to see about getting involved, I really can’t sleep with little screams playing through my head.
Dearheart,
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!
Never doubt that.
Ice blue eyes, apple red lips.
Soul as tarnished as old silver.
Pretty pout to gain allegiance.
Ugly words fall in a cascade.
The world sees beauty
She sees a monster
HE sees a priceless treasure.
What does it mean when something is haunted? What exactly is a ghost?
Is it when something from the past refuses to leave? Is it when something dies but doesn’t go?
It’s easy to talk about haunted places. A haunted house. A haunted building. We smile at those stories. We get excited. There is…
572 Bloody, Clean
Broken, Repaired
Exiled, Accepted
Sick, Healed
Destitute, Rich
Lost, Found
My dear little princess, why are you crying today? My darling little child, when will you come to me? My precious daughter, what is plaguing you? My angelic baby, I love you!
