The Locket

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Sitting.

Rocking gently.

Breeze combs through her hair.

The ambience of the moment.

Peaceful.

Her mind,

Thoughtful.

Her heart,

Sitting.

Rocking gently.

Breeze combs through her hair.

The ambience of the moment.

Peaceful.

Her mind,

Thoughtful.

Her heart,

Aching,And full.

All at once.

Regretting, Wishing,

Grieving.

Most of all:

Remembering.Just yesterday,The world was simple.

Until one event,That saddened,But most of all…Appalled her.

Why? Was the question running through her mind.

Her mind begins the only too familiar anecdote.

the one that had replayed in her head all day.

Sitting here,On this swing.

Laughing,

Talking.Her only son out of four children.

Sitting beside her.

Like any other day,Just after dinner.

But then,Came the anomaly.

four words.

That's all it took,To change her life.

Forever."I'm going to war."She knew it would happen,But it came on so suddenly.

The draft.

The day after his birthday.

Eighteen.

He was leaving,

Today.

Her world was askew.

When he uttered those four words.

She only nodded her head.

And remained silent.

He sat next to her.

Letting the air speak for the two of them.

It would articulate enough.

After a long while.

A tear wiped from the face.

She walked away, Paused at the doorway.

And mouthed, I love you.

She had stayed awake all night.

Still assimilating the truth.

The same fate of her husband.

Now to her son.

Two loved ones.

Fighting.

He was still alive.

They both were.

She only hoped they would stay that way.

No sleep came to her that night.

Now as she sat.

She uncurled her clenched hand.

A single pouch, She stood up.

Her mind had arbitrated everything for her.

She handed him the pouch.

He didn't open it.

But as he sat, Next to his father.

After two years of fighting.

He opened it.

A locket fell out.

It held a picture of his grandfather, And an angel.

This,This locket.

Had lived through the gunfire.

He and his father were safe.