A pregnant woman is a beautiful sight in the way she carries herself. And she protects her baby with her hand on her tummy.
Mary softly rubbed her baby bump,
And, was rewarded with a kick that made her jump.
Where are you Michael she thought---as she watched
the snowflakes fall without a sound,
Virginally white---each uniquely shaped---
whirling around slowing landing on the frozen ground.
Michael left 6 months ago---to fly a mission over foreign soil,
Only two short letters came in months---thinking made her stomach recoil.
Alone in their little love nest of a home---she took his letters out,
She read the first one---as she rocked by the fireplace—
and she wanted to cheer and shout.
My beautiful Sweetheart---time is standing still for me---you are so far away,
My eyes are so lonely--- yearning to see your sweet face---forever and a day.
This land is not like America---the people just survive from one day to the next,
It is like they expect only this---it is like they are hexed.
I read your letters over and again---they are my breath---my life---my sin,
I feel your body in my mind---your silkiness so warm---under my skin.
I sleep in your arms each night---the essence comes through my mind and wraps around me so protectively,
Your lips kiss me deeply as the night shadows fall---my heart feel levity.
Your love surrounds me through the day,
And helps the ambiances prolong the stay.
What Heaven gave us---nothing can take away---in this world or not,
Our souls and hearts are bonded---fate has made its plot.
Take care my precious love---my heart is yours to keep,
When earth is dust particles in space---we will not weep.
Forever and always---I am truly yours,
Because it is you---my heart adores.
Mary rocked holding his letter next to heart---and fell asleep,
Hours later she awoke in bed---confused she started to weep.
Suddenly---in the room dashed a man in uniform---with fear on his face,
Mary screamed and jumped into his arms---this was her place.
My precious you are home---and I have a surprise for you,
He replied--I see your surprise and I pray his or her eyes are blue.
Then doing as all lovers do---made sweet love---until they heard a mourning dove coo,
Mary and Michael together in bed---slept until the sun dried the early dew.
Then Michael said---Mary---May I have this dance---he asked in his special way,
Have your forgotten my Sweetheart---it is Valentine Day.
Hearts of pure and true love intertwine,
Counting years together--- makes it all the sweeter---like the
finest of wine.
© 2021 Barbara Purvis Hunter