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A piece written with the inspiration of music
It was as if time stood still and left us to listen to the sounds around us and one would never know the true reason why we are here. The whispering winds, petals heavy in dew, birds singing their adieu and the critters that frolic in grasses. I can still feel his hand floating on my cheek and into my hair.

Moments like this leaves a life time of comfort, maybe not to everyone but for me he is my life line to happiness. He held me close enough that his words lay upon my skin for ever, never to be washed away. The love that he shared with me will never be repressed. From that moment on I will always feel blessed that he walked into my life if only for a short time.

Knowing this day will be short and the day that follows will only be full of good byes, but never regrets. I hold no shame in what we shared nor will I be frowned upon. Proud of his honor and eminent as I watch him leave to serve his country. His promise to return to me and take my hand to be wed, forced me to turn a cheek allowing tears to shed. Others thought this was grand, this war of freedom for our land, but not I. My heart only feels pain, for the loss that I know will come my way.

Time passes month after month with not a word of his whereabouts. I hold on to hope and never give his death a second thought. Even through the height of the war, during bloodshed on battlefields I only hear the softened words. The words of promise of his return to me no matter what the cost.
My anguished heart knows what I have already lost. The one man that made me whole, the one that grasped my very soul.

I sit alone, hiding the shame that others have burdened upon my name. There is no hiding my gravid state so I hide and wait. I pray for his return, to witness the birth of his newborn child.
Whimpering and curled against the wall, still alone and now giving efforts to greeting new life in the basement of a church is where I found my saving grace. By the wee hours of the morning I was blessed with his little face. Even though there was nothing I could give him but my undying love of a mother. The war has taken so many things and so unsure how we would recover.

Night after night I pray for strength to make it through one more day without saying his name. Stranded  with nothing I own only my child and shame.
Soon men were coming home and greeted with open arms by their other. I didn't even look, my heart already knew those words unspoken. I went on with my troubles and worries feeling tired and weary, I fought with my every being to survive in this rubble.

Without notice on that fateful night while I was rocking my son, I hear footsteps creep up to the door. Afraid of the unknown, I hush my babe quiet. Never did I think it was him coming home but yet there he stood noble and wise. One single glance and I see our child's eyes. His father, my love has come back just as he promised.

Now our days are spent in the meadows with whispering winds, petals heavy in dew, birds singing their adieu and the critters that frolic in grasses. His hand gently touches our child's cheek and through his hair. Moments like this are rare and holds a life time of comfort. Maybe not to some but this is my life, my everything. The future of a family with so much love only makes my heart sing. The nightmare that hovered over my head is now a bad dream, a test it would seem.

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