These Letters
She waited every day,
waited on the porch,
for his return,
but he never came,
For some time,
he would write,
telling her how much he loved her,
how much she meant to him,
The letters would come every week,
and the red flag would go up on her mailbox,
she would be so excited,
so thrilled to hear from him,
For awhile she would write back,
telling him how much she missed him,
how she wanted to see him,
and that she would always be waiting,
But then one day the letters stopped,
they stopped reaching the house,
and she was saddened,
because she thought he had left her,
She would still wait every day,
the delivery person would come,
and she would ask if there were any letters,
from the one she loved,
But every day was the same,
there were none,
until one day, one small envelope came,
it was from the man’s relative,
She opened it, with shaking hands,
she winced as she opened the seal,
then the woman’s face turned to horror,
as she read the few words written,
It read:
‘I’m sorry to inform you that your loved one has passed away.
He was killed in the war, and I am very sorry, because he was close to me as well.
Please let us know if there is anything we can do.’
The woman wept,
she held the letter close to her face,
as the tears fell down,
and stained the page so the ink ran down,
She managed to pull through,
to get past all the pain,
and live on,
it was what he would have wanted her to do,
All of the letters were tied with a red string,
and kept in a wooden box,
that she kept close,
and would read from time to time,
She never thought this would happen,
that she would receive such a letter,
but in time her heart healed,
and she was able to press forward.