HAUNTED HOLIDAY
A soldier warmed my heart.
A soldier burned my soul.
Oh how that soldier loved me;
how he made me whole.
He garlanded my heart,
my soul and my mind.
He entwined my life with love
because he was so good and kind.
Then eternal war beckoned;
a war that could not be won.
He tried to tie up loose ends,
but it could not be done.
Now he'll never smell the clover
more intoxicating than wine.
He'll never pick the blossoms
from the honeysuckle vine.
Now he'll never sing the song
of the baby boy child being born.
He'll never know the simple pleasure
of an early Christmas morn.
He'll never open presents
or sit by my side;
for there are only haunted holidays
for the soldier and his bride.
Simple pleasures are erased
that we will share no more.
Half my life is void,
lost and missing at war.
For the soldier lay on grasses
of a far and distant shore;
it is like the soldier never was
forever and never more.