UNKNOWN
WIFE
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On
walking away from the Yealmpton war memorial one November, I saw an elderly
lady struggling with her memories
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Every November
when she sees the petals - Each for a life that fell in some war - She remembers the day when the man in the peaked cap And why he came calling at her front door; A young face, all grim, with a brief printed message: "We regret to inform you of your husband's death " Married so briefly in a whirlwind romance And the whispered "I do" still on her breath. |
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She walks from the
wreaths |
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