The Quilt

It was suppose to be done
done for the special occation
but later that year the call came
and he left, he said his country called him.

She cried and pleaded, why you, why us
unfair she said, we have so much to do ahead.
Our wedding, our life, how can this happen?

Letters of love, of waiting and longing
Letters of hope and dreams of the belonging
but later the same year the letters stopped,
when she saw the men in green her whole body dropped.

It was suppose to be done
done for the special occasion
She kissed him good bye
and laid the quilt on his chest
may there be peace where you rest.

For all the fallen soldiers!! Peace be with you