Eileen Breedlove

YOUR LADY WAITS

Even tho’ you left many years ago
To fight in the Vietnam War.
I remember the day that letter came;
You had died on a foreign shore.

But still your lady waits;
The lifeline that keeps her alive.
Never giving up hope for your return;
Believing that letter was lies.

Drawing energy from the moonlight
As it shines into her room.
Feeling your touch from a gentle breeze
She knows you will be home soon.

She dusts off the empty suitcase
Thinking about plans that were made.
She often talks about packing her things
Because you promised to take her away.

She looks in the mirror and wonders
If you will notice a wrinkle or two.
Carefully she puts on her make-up;
Then watches out the window for you.

She listens to the lonely whistle
Of trains going down the track.
Her heart always skips a beat
Wondering which one will bring you back.

Yes, your lady waits.
You must know as you watch from above;
The pride and devotion your lady feels
As she waits for her one true love.

Submitted for the August 2001 IWVPA Club Theme Project, “The Empty Suitcase”