“How’s your love life?”
We used to say.
We would stop and gossip
No time to pray.
There were romances
that sprung
from dances.
What was this a craze?
No simply school “daze”
To which we bid farewell.
“How’s the beau?”
Folks would ask.
“Is he the one?
Is it going to last?
What’s that you say?
He’s off to war?
We have lost too many
How many more?”
The days passed slowly.
There was no news.
We worked in the factories.
Sat in the pews.
Would they come home safely?
Would we wed?
During the agonizing waiting
Hearts were full of dread.
They came home.
Wounded, altered and silent.
“How’s your love life?
Folks would ask.
“How’s the healing?”
“That is quite a task.”
The soldiers were enrolled in college
Work programs and rehab.
Who could replace
The dreams that we all had?
So the family gathered
The younger folks were finally wed.
Where would he find the words to tell
her of the years
in the concentration camp
how it blew him right apart.
So he said nothing
Bottled it up inside.
Some of the boys went for counseling.
But not him, he had his pride.
So the wee ones came.
Twins were first
Then the girl.
Then a boy.
There was no time to ask
“How’s your love life?”
One could have asked
“How are you doing
Hiding behind the mask?”
The prisons of the mortgage
The nightmares of the past
The grueling re-adjustment.
Were they up to the task?
Then the sun broke through
The clouds
The young ones were doing fine.
Love hung on their being like clothes on the line.
The children cuddled and created for them
their very own sacred sanctuary…
A little heaven here on earth.
The home was filled with loving.
No need was there to ask
“How’s your love life?”
The laughter of the children and
The Sunlight of the Spirit filled the home.
There was grace at meals.
Prayers in the morning.
Grandfather read from the good book.
The children grew in grace and statue.
They were in training for the rapture.
In photographs they captured
More expression
More love and beauty
More giggles and mirth.
They indeed made heaven here on earth.
The soldier’s heart began to melt.
He found new meaning when one day he knelt.
Then suddenly there was giggling
coming from the porch.
He flicked on the dooryard light
Much to his surprise
One of the twins was being courted
right before his eyes.
So the next morning
Before grandfather could raise his voice.
The soldier held his daughter
“I approve of your choice.
When are you setting the date?”
What is that you are saying?
He is off to fight the war?
We have lost too many
How many more?”
So behind the joy
The young twin waited,
Waited,
Waited,
Then she waited some more.
Folks were quite supportive
Of the young miss
Never quite wanting to admit
That it could have been a good-bye kiss.
So in your hurry throughout your day
Take a moment with the Master
Learn to hear His Voice.
So no matter what the answer is
When you hear someone say
“How’s your love life?”
Be grateful today
For the soldier who
Helped to free our land.
For the loving generations
Who obeyed the command
To love, to serve, to honour
To protect and rejoice
In our freedoms
So the love life
can continue.
That we are free to pray.
So there is now a deeper meaning
when someone does ask
“How’s your love life?
Are you up for the task?
Can you make the commitment?
Give love a chance
Respect one another
Make freedom and gratitude
Part of your dance.
So, how is your love life?”
What is that you are saying?
He is off to fight the war?
We have lost too many
How many more?”
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That was a beautiful story of love hurt and recovery. I only wish all could be healed. This is lovely thank you for sharing xx
We all heal in different ways dear heart. Thanks for sharing the moment with me. I was a soldier’s wife.
God bless you and your husband xx
So lovely and poignant! Linked to this post @Awakenings where I have posted a tribute for Veterans Day. It is blogspot so I could not reblog. Happy Veterans Day! My dad served in the Navy during WWII; he was at Iwo Jima.
This is so lovely and captivating. A beautiful tribute to the many, many soldiers all over the world, and to their families who await their return. This one stole my heart. Thank you for sharing.
http://wp.me/paK5s-4Vh You might like more now that it is yours.
:) Thank you! You are to kind!
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So lovely and touching. Thanks, Mary Helen!
Thank you kindly Barbara. So kind of you to share the moment.
Beautiful Verse :) Have a Blessed Day!
Thank you kindly “Morgan” Blessings to you and yours
Hi, I am an ex serviceman and and soon to be a grandfather. This was the most touching poem I have every read. Thank you so much for sharing it.
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