2007
Sadness and Sorrow
Teardrops of sadness fall.
Shattering the peace.
Black clouds that hung
Above rivers of sorrow
Two ribbons that could not be tied.
A ribbon of blue and a ribbon of gray
Seeds of cotton flying through silent winds.
Gray smoke like a dispersed fog.
Roads that were once connected,
Are now broken compromises.
Fragile birds once trapped in the dark Now
spread their wings and fly to the
light.
But somewhere beyond,
Beyond the silhouettes of sunsets,
Shines a ray of hope.
Waiting to rise in the morning sunrise.
- Greeshma Allareddy
2006
The Widow
There he lies, may he rest in peace,
As his wife looks over and quietly weeps.
Her heart is torn, as it will be forever,
While she yearns to remember their times together.
She peacefully sits and tries to be strong,
And thinks to herself how war is so wrong.
She solemnly cries and misses him dear,
“My, how I wish my loved one was here.”
But it is all over, what else can be said?
Oh how she wishes her husband weren’t dead.
She longs to hear his whisper in her ear,
And suddenly feels that his spirit is near.
He kneels down besides her and holds her close,
Yet she cannot feel it for he is just a ghost.
There he lies, may he rest in peace,
As his wife looks over and quietly weeps.
- Marie-Andrée Belzile
2005
Mourning
Mourning over the once new born child
Mourning over the little boy she saw grow up
Mourning over the boy she saw become a man
Mourning over the young man she saw walk away
from home
Mourning over the young man she hoped to see
alive and well over her death bed
Mourning over the young man she hoped would
have a loving family like his father
Mourning over the young man she saw go off to
war
Mourning over the senselessness of war
Mourning over the letters she got from the
young man
Mourning for the other families that have had
this happen
Mourning for the future families that will have
this happen
Mourning over the spirit of a dead soldier
Mourning over the death of her son
- Manda McPheter
2004
The Widow
Here but not here
In my heart always
Causes me to fear
Life without him near.
His cause was gallant
And he, full of life,
No one could guess
The agony and strife.
At first war was bitter
With conditions so bad
Turning men into litter,
And families so sad.
The clashing of swords,
The thunder of guns,
Seeking to end
Our husbands and sons.
The bullets sped at him
So fast he couldn’t see
The one who took
My husband from me.
My beloved husband
Here…but not here
Lies underground, but
His spirit is near.
- Lisa Pogue |
