Poetry

The telling

By 31st October 2009December 9th, 2019No 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
Downstairs
To break the news
It’s the telling time
Alone with her children
Not a family anymore.

Bobbie

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