My Journalist Lover Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
My Journalist Lover
I caught the morning's light
Upon my eyes
And found you weren't there
But the note of love you left
Explained yr rudeness
You have a job and duty calls
You'll be back after this police action is done
And you would be careful
Thank you for the St. Christopher metal, you said
You'll wear it for protection
And it will always remind you of me
As I read the letter over
I began to sob
Praying it would be over soon
On my crucifix that hangs down on
My neck
A heart wrenching poem about the loneliness and pain that comes from a lover reporting from the jaws of war.
Aw expressed in soulful touching longing of a love gone to serve and war. A fabulous poem indeed. Kudos!
Timely with all the focus on war. Sad but real and your use of the medal and crucifix as metaphors for hope and magical guards against harm were well woven in. The poem as a whole was a metaphor for the lack of notice we get about war.
This poem of untold tragedy and calamity wrenches the heart of the reader. A sob comes out involuntarily.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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7/24/2025 3:14:04 AM # 1.0.0
Very well done, my friend!
Thanks so much, Belle!