Broken Pictures off the Wall

The wedding pictures adorn the room
of John and me, who were married in June
to the tune-“Here comes the bride”
as we smiled and danced down the aisle,

where Sally, Mary and Sue-my bridesmaids from school,
all dressed in pink and blue with red ribbons too,
formed a circle to celebrate with our parents and guests,
who were crying, showing joy in their eyes as we left for the honeymoon.

Now pregnant, with our child
I say goodbye to John who went to war,
as I push the broom to clean the room
where we lay the day he went away.

I broke the pictures off the wall
the day my life of trust turned to dust
by those who came to say-
Your John was brave-but now no more.

Now, as my trembling heart buckles my knees
my mom and dad support me and my baby-
who will never know or see
her father walking through the door.

Mentally scarred, mirrored in my mind
I try to find the purpose of my life,
where relationships come and go
but still they leave me blind.

Then one day I read-“Volunteers wanted”.
I apply and am sent to help the lonely
where I meet a man of God
who took me by the hand and cried with me in sympathy.

Today! I sit and hide away from society
hoping that my John will dream of me
and his baby, who is now a teen
ever loving and supporting me.