She watched the snowflakes fall
trying to recall,
the features of his face once again
her darling precious love---Ben.
What a wondrous time they had
walks on the seashore became their fad,
holding hands, laughing and kissing
all of this she was---missing.
Their plans of the future went to Perdition
this is a true admission,
reflecting about their non-future together
can make one’s heart tough as---leather.
Ben died in the war
he healed wounds and more,
his engagement ring still on her arthritic finger
her love will always---linger.
This was her life so many years ago
she looked out her window to see a blanket of snow,
thinking time does not heal all wounds of the heart
she and Ben will never be---apart.
His blue eyes still shined and glowed with love
so sure, as she gazed out her window into the above,
somewhere, his spirit waits to be born again
and so will her spirit one day to be with her---Ben.
She can hear his laughter above the flurries of snow,
and his deep mellow voice saying I am waiting to go,
She smiled as she recalled his sweet kisses on her lips
all the way exploring to her---hips.
Blessed her memory is so clear
because one day he will be near,
then through her door a nurse walked in,
with her meds for the night and she
will dream of her---Ben.
From her bed her eyes searched beyond her window
as the moon shined brightly against the icy outside,
she said her prayers with great pride.
Soon the morning sunlight filtered through her room
but did not wake her silent body,
lingered only a scent of her perfume.
Ben came before dawn and took his darling with him
Only the Chickadees witnessed the now young couple
as they took one last time looked into her room to say good-by,
to her earthly body before they floated to the light in the sky.
Written in 2014
© 2021 Barbara Purvis Hunter