Sixty odd years she stood by his side,
and patient, his loving bride.
went off to France, and then to Japan
how she worshipped the ground,
heart was with him while he was away,
riveted planes that helped save the day
joined up with the WAC's and served as well
waited for letters his
stories to tell.
came home that day all in one piece
flew to his arms, tears she released
told her of places she'd never seen
tall were the alps and
how France was so green
told her of Fiji and the blooms on the trees
the way that the wind blew in off the sea
cried over the tale of children dead lay,
by a blast From
a bomb dropped one day.
wept for his friends, killed on board ship,
Harbor had been their only trip,
never saw battle, he said with a sigh,
she held him close while
he lay there and cried.
when she held him to her late in the night
saw in his eyes, a very sad light.
we have a son," she heard him say,
hope to God he never sees war,
life should never go that way."
serve their son did, in a far away land,
18 years old he was a man
went off to DaNang, in sixty-five
was there for a year
they got the call that he wasn't alive.
has his flag up there on her shelf
reminder of sacrifice, of duty and self
now holds her grandkids close to her side
hopes to God they never see the
things that she's seen as a war bride.