A poem written about my parents, how they fell in love and wartime.
When you are young
and there are so many dreams to be shared,
when the future looks so bright –
the dark shadow of war is the last thing you need.
As storm clouds gather,
you realize the last hope you had has disappeared
and your hopes are bursting like bubbles in the air.
It no longer matters if you have love to share,
your life is at stake and you must decide,
if you want to flee or die.
Happens every time,
when your world is falling apart.
Your dreams like rose petals crushed beneath so many feet,
your bright stars have lost their glitter,
love is but a fleeting thing –
now life has to be considered.
She left her hopes and dreams behind,
friends she never thought she’d meet again,
but a few possessions and then a row boat in the dark of night –
lapping waves heading toward an unknown future.
Would there be light by dawn?
He a poet and writer,
with many friends and companions.
Wondered if he’d ever return,
what the future would bring –
no choice in the matter.
If they got him he’d hang,
no crimes he had committed,
it was a crime to love your homeland –
his patriotic heart was breaking.
So in separate places and times,
they made their way to an unknown land.
It was but for God’s helpful hand that they found Germany,
a displaced persons camp is no place for the young and the dreamers.
Crushed and heartbroken wondering what the future will hold,
life was tough and life was good –
if only things could fall in place like they should.
They were young and alive,
what they didn’t know then they discovered later.
They’d never return home again,
but God lent a hand,
he saw that they meet.
Love is ever stronger,
more dramatic as bombs fall from above,
sure they’d have so much more to share,
back in their homeland –
where they had left their dreams.
What’s wondrous about romance during wartime?
Is that you have a chance to create a whole new life together,
off with the dreams of yesterday,
off with the dreams of returning,
forward into the future –
to build new dreams on a foreign shore.
To begin to share a whole new life,
forget wartime and the strife,
perhaps passion is more intense,
kisses more fiery –
you never want to be alone again.
Life gave them all it could,
but the years were too short.
The thread of love so fragile,
the pain of loss so great.
Now after many, many years,
together they are –
loving through eternity.