This poem is reprinted with permission from Veterans’ Voices Summer 2022, Vol. 70, No. 2, page 30.
The morning mist silently covers the meadow,
Leaving part of itself on each and every flower,
Becoming the morning dew. Then like unrequited love
It, too, is going with the hour.
The love I’ve lost still lingers within my very soul;
It will be a part of me for all eternity.
My mourning mist leaves but a tear for me to wipe away,
But the longing in my heart will forever burn in me.
Yet in my dreams I’m comforted by her presence,
Her voice, her loving touch upon my face
To know that somehow, someday, we will reunite
With eternal perfect love in His heavenly place.
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