Sacrifice

Sacrifice

A Poem by Bethany Woody

He said that he loved me
but he couldn't stay
he said that he loved me
then he went away.
 
We'd been together always
since the age of five
we'd been together always
and it made us feel alive.
 
We grew into love
with strength and honesty
we grew into love
with joy and generosity.
 
But then came the news
and overseas he went
but then came the news
and in conflict his days were spent.
 
Then one lonely night in dreams
he came to say goodbye
then one lonely night in dreams
he told me not to cry.
 
He said that he loved me
but he couldn't stay
he said that he loved me
then he went away.
 
He faught with his life
gave it for peace
he faught with his life
gave it for innocent's release.
 
They sent him home
in a shiny black box
They sent him home
and inside my soul rocks.
 
My love rests in Arlington
beneath a sprawling oak
my love rests in Arlington
while on tears I choke.
 
He said that he loved me
but he couldn't stay
he said that he loved me
then he went away.
 
Now a lonely reminder
deep in the night
now a lonely reminder
a rose and a cross of white.
 
Both sit in silence
softly on the grave
both sit in silence
testiment to how he was brave.
 
Time heals all wounds
so the story goes
time heals all wounds
but noone really knows.
 
He said that he loved me
but he couldn't stay
he said that he loved me
then he went away.

© 2009 Bethany Woody


Author's Note

Bethany Woody
For the unsung heroes left behind and the heroes who go...

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what a wonderful poem. To me, this is perfect lyrics it's a ballade. You should sell it! I would try to find the perfect musician, who can compose soft music.. Deep platonic love and tragedy how you describe a seeker becomes victim of his own dreams. Wonderful. Thank you very much for liking my poem. Best wishes, L.G.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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This is great! You sure are talented! Love the repetition, just the right amount to lend to the rhythm of the poem. Your rhymes aren't forced. I just had one stanza where the flow tripped me up- in the 9th stanza, the flow would be enhanced if you added another syllable in the last line, as in"while on my tears I choke."(Adding "my") In the 7th stanza, last line, I think you mean the word, "innocence's". This is a beautiful poem and the imagery of their beginning, middle and end is descriptive without being syrupy. Keep up the great writing.
Barbara

Posted 12 Years Ago


That is really touching... what a sentimental tribute to those who lose loved ones to heroism... they are never gone though as they live on in the hearts of loved ones and the country they protected.

Posted 15 Years Ago


beautiful!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

what a wonderful poem. To me, this is perfect lyrics it's a ballade. You should sell it! I would try to find the perfect musician, who can compose soft music.. Deep platonic love and tragedy how you describe a seeker becomes victim of his own dreams. Wonderful. Thank you very much for liking my poem. Best wishes, L.G.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

beautiful... moving, I love this poem. I can feel it, my emotions had got the best of me, thank you for sharing.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow, the rhyme form here is splendid, and captures a beautifully written poem with captivating effect,
the heartfelt sentiment is as true as it could be, this is sad and endearing, testimonial, and speaks
on many levels, the unsung heroes do more than most people ever realize, and its nice to see a tribute.
the double rhyme is hightly effective. Beautiful job.

Time heals all wounds
so the story goes
time heals all wounds
but noone really knows"




Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like this a lot. I've had a few friends and family members go over there for the "cause" -- whatever that may be these days -- and every day is really just a series of holding your breath-type moments. Hoping for the best. Assuming the worst. This is well written. Very heartbreaking.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Bethany Woody
Bethany Woody

Atlanta, GA



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This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty. Her message is committed To hands I cannot see; For love of her, sweet .. more..

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