I meant to post this other day, June 6, the day Sarah and I got married, and another anniversary as well. Missing her this week. D-Day Ike had deep blue eyes like you my love, And a way with men. But he never had to make a seating chart, book a hotel Or teach a clumsy man to dance. There were no invitations to address For two hundred thousand guests that day. And no vegetarian option in the mess. You both lost sleep about the weather Then dreamed of wind and hail. A fighter and a lover, he knew the cycles of the sea And the lesson of the full moon: A high tide lifts ships and hearts And love really does conquer all. “You are about to embark upon the great crusade,” he told his men, “toward which we have striven these many months.” A little formal, like a handshake or a vow. What your Dad might say, hiding his heartbreak, When he sends you into the world. Small comfort perhaps, to those soldiers huddled in the clanking dark Rolling and pitching toward their fate Did some cry out? Reach for the hand of the man beside? These secrets are remembered but not recorded. And now it’s time, my love Take my hand Ok. Let’s go.
Posted on: Wed, 19 Jun 2013 17:33:16 +0000
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