The sound of Hope
She sits in her rocking chair
Her smile frozen
Her heart breaking
Her fingers curled around the picture
Her faded eyes searching
So full of purpose
His uniform denied him Life.
How many times had her hands smoothed out this paper?
First young ones
Now old ones
Her heart beats to the sound of Hope.
The snow keeps falling,
The years keep passing.
The children next door get older.
Can feel his laughter
Echoing somewhere on this earth
War has not killed everything.
Her tears blowing away in the wind, unheard.
And next door they decorate the tree and sing
Complete, their wants fulfilled.
Their hopes focused on presents, nothing stronger.
The snow continues to fall
And they are silent about the old woman who's waiting
For her son
To come home.
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