December 1st/2007

‘The Girl Left Behind;

I remember hearing about the news
Another great war had begun
They said we were determined not to lose
That we were against the axis forces and the Hun’s

I was little then, a pretty rose barely bloomed
Too innocent to know that from the start I would be doomed

I remember when father went to fight in the name of his country
We cried and begged him not to that night
We sat at home, waited and watched time fly by
Glad that you were still here with us, safe and sound in our sight
Togeather we waited for father’s reply

My petals were tainted with sorrow, but yet you gave me strength to stay in tact
And prevented me from over-reacting

I remember when you got sick and tired of waiting,
You didn’t even ask us,
When we tried to stop you, you angrily told us to stop the hating
Said this was your choice- no need for debating
Promised us to find father, relieve us of our distress

Some of my petals blew away, started to wilt
My happy spirit began to spilt

I remember getting the letter that you and father were dead
Must have cried a river-from midnight till dawn
Couldn’t believe how many words I had just left unsaid
Like how much I loved you and how sorry I was for being mad at you the day you left
Couldn’t believe that you and father were just gone

Drowned in my tears, my rose went from red to black
The color of my rose changed, had a asthma attack

I remember working at the munitions factory
Tending to mother afterwards who couldn’t believe you and dad were killed in action
She was doing okay till the day I came home to see her dead, so surreal, thought it only happened in stories
All these deaths became my depression

And that was when my rose suffocated
Leaving nothing behind except for a dead dropping stem, almost eliminated

Became the girl with an unsound mind
Mother, father and brother all gone to a better place
My state of mind all misaligned
For years I was a mental case

My stem started swinging wildly,
From side to side, in a quite awkward manner

I remember visiting everyone in the cemetery
Putting down fresh flowers down on each one of your graves
Wondering why I didn’t die of stress or wounds from enemy artillery?
Wondering why I was the girl left behind?

And now, where my rose once used to be
Lies a empty spot in remembrance of you