My Darling Johnny...
I thought our little girl was sleeping
when I tucked her into bed,
watched as a sweet smile curled her lips
and tiny hands cupped a soft, sweet cheek.
Silently making my way to the back porch,
I tiptoed to our special place,
that old bench swing just outside Judy's window
where, it seems so long ago now,
we sat on bright, moonlit nights such as this,
sharing dreams and hopes;
making plans for all our shared tomorrows.
Thinking of you, my love,
visualising the strong even planes of your face,
your radiant, loving glances,
yearning for your presence...
a soft breeze
teasing stray tendrils from this morning's braid.
Gentle whispers in the moonlight
aroused me from my reverie.
A quick glance towards Judy's room
to assure myself of her safety,
showed me our precious child
silhouetted against her night-light,
kneeling in prayer.
...and, dear Jesus,
please send Daddy home.
We need him. Mummy is so lonely
and I am frightened I might forget his face.
You know he hates guns, God.
He doesn't even like Misty to catch the mice out in the shed.
I don't really understand about war, God.
It doesn't make sense to me.
Please can you just sort it out real quick
and send all the daddies back home to their families?
I'm trying to be a good girl, you know.
Sometimes I make mistakes though, don't I?
But I will try really hard tomorrow.
Goodnight now, Jesus.
I just wanted to share this with you, Johnny,
to let you know what a wonderful little girl we have.
I love you, my darling husband.
May the Lord watch between me and thee,
while we are absent, one from the other.
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