Listen.
I hurried to the kitchen where my
Radio was playing THE song, Jack's song.
I clutched my hands under my chin and
Gently swayed to the music as tears
Squeezed between my closed
Eyelids.
It was at my husband's home-going
Service that Holly sang the poignant words:
"Strike up the band.
Assemble the choir,
Another soldier's coming home..."
Now, as I write out the lyrics on a
Scrap of paper I cry again.
I rehearse the sacred moment that my
Soldier left me.
I allow the sorrow to swirl around me as
I recall every minute detail.
I embrace the grief.
And then I store the painful
Memory away for another day.