Sunday, October 05, 2008

Invisible wounds...

Elizabeth's sister
isn't the same anymore.
Her husband went to war.

He came back whole
but aching inside.
He sits in shadow
and cries.

"There's no one left." says he.
"I'm still here." says she.
"I can hear their pain."
"Your son wants to play."
"This isn't what he should see."

"We want you at home. Please,
don't leave us alone."
"I'll be back when I can."
The door closed.

Elizabeth's sister
isn't the same anymore.
She sits in shadow.
And cries.

13 comments:

Teresa said...

That's heartbreaking, Jeannie. Really beautiful...

Jean said...

Thank you, T. It's been brewing for quite a while. Three months to finish it.
Thanks, too, for stopping in. Hope you are OK, my friend :-)

dianne said...

Very beautiful Jeannie. ♥ xoxoxo

kdzu said...

I have no words........just no words.

Jean said...

Thank you, Dianne.

Larry, this has been haunting me for a while. Not sure why. Possibly because of a book by Martha Raddatz, 'The Long Road Home'.

Sparrow said...

Lovely, my dear.

Jean said...

Thank you, Sparrow.

Enigma said...

Jean....lovely, and haunting, and sorrowful all wrapped in one. But beautiful, nonetheless.

Jean said...

Why, thank you, Mr. E

Doom said...

It's odd how that disease doesn't stop at one. I worry about that too. Most people really don't know. Is it the one created psychiatric situation that actually affects offspring genetically. It also spreads to family members from before the situation. Such a weird disease.

Jean said...

True, Doom. Weird and sad.

Anonymous said...

... well done..... it reminds me of an old John Prine tune.....

Eric

k said...

Wow.

Wrenching.