Rossa
female, 66 |
independent lady
near liverpool / uk
member since 29.09.2004
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Hello
in the past i have put a poem or two into my profile [self penned]..this year i am adding a story or two they are alll flash fiction first entered into red bubble ....
Mists of Memory
How often they had stood here side by side with his arm about her shoulders. She had felt protected from any harm in those wonderful moments. It was all tucked safe in her memory for she could not bear his departing; he had gone from her and she mourned him. As often as she was able she returned to this place of tranquillity that evoked such nostalgia, longing, wanting, and needing within her being. Remembering his presence with her she always had a physical need to reach out as if he might appear to her in the misty morning. She stood for the last time her eyes searching the mist; tomorrow she would put it all behind her.
Then it happened, she heard his voice felt his arm around her shoulders as before
“Knew you would be here my love, let’s go home, together.”
They stepped out into the mist.
i love to see the smart soldiers but cannot b happy when they are sent into battle by civilians [politicians]
Toy Soldiers
They play at toy soldiers, expendable plastic
Cold painted lead, cardboard cut outs
Men in their offices with clean shaven faces
Crisp cotton shirts, no dirt on their boots
Go home to their families, commute, attend banquets
Talk strategy drink cocktails, safe on their lawns
While his dad lies in pain and hers will not return
Mothers receive metal they call a bravery award
Real men real soldiers missed by their families
Empty beds, empty chairs |
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