Wife of a Soldier

On this bench i sit reading a novel well spent

I catch a glimpse of a young women with a light in her eyes, spirit in her step

where she is heading with such deliberation must be a journey that she has well kept

her look a modest one

her smile sincere

 shoulders unfaltered by burden

aware of her presence i shyly stare

intrigued of her spirit i take notice

she unaware

her journey comes to an end

as she opens the door

curious i am ever more

my novel i read as if not knowing the story

an hour spent

I catch a glimpse

a modest women with a tear in her eye spirit in her step sits near by

I catch her eye with a apologetic smile she sighs my husband just died

an unsuccessful attempt to console her she smiled

he left me with honor and pride

and an American flag