Roses from a Soldier in Iraq
In memory of
Army Sgt. 1st Class Lawrence D. Ezell, 71st Explosive Ordnance Disposal Group, Fort Carson, Colorado,
Who died April 30, 2008 in Iraq
Yesterday my doorbell rang
I opened it with that eternal dread
Seeing two soldiers standing there
Knowing my David was dead.
The dozen red roses arrived today
I grasped them, held them to my breast
One day after my husband’s death in Iraq
Where a bomb ended his life to eternal rest.
I recall the sad day he went away
At the airport where I kissed him goodbye
I remember how scared we both were
Knowing and fearing that he might die.
We left home early that sunny day
Stopping by the florist we frequently used
Smiling, he wanted to buy me roses
A dozen for each of the fifteen months of his tour.
That was six long torturous months ago
Eternity wrapped in hope and prayers
Wishing, hoping, yearning, wanting to believe
There would be no reason for my tears.
Now I smell my bouquet of roses
Tears crystallizing on petals bloody red
Nine months left to receive these bouquets
At first, celebrating his life, now mourning that he’s dead.
If I could hold him in my arms
The way we were back then
If I could tell him one more time
How much I love him…
My husband, my son's father, our loving friend.
© May 1, 2008 Jeanette Cooper
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Cryssa
This poem brings the reality home. My heart goes out to this family and all the other families who have lost so much to keep us safe. Beautifully sad. Love and Hugs.
Sheila
toudhing the heart...your words Jeanette...
John
Allen
Sandie May :o(
Hugs
Selene
Jill
Jeanette, Your poem brings me to tears.
Christine
Words fail, except I'm sorry -
(((HUGS))) love and prayer, Karla. :(