There was that knock again,
disturbing her, who needed rest,
the telegram had made her faint
and the two soldiers had supported
...
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This is narrative poetry at its best! Good one, Herbert. Raynette
'...and carried her upstairs as someone would a trophy of the greatest worth, a treasure...' Touching lines from a touching poem. G.
If one has ever lived through a war, then you know that feeling of WAITING FOR THE KNOCK ON THE DOOR, and not knowing when or if it would come, and the pain it would bring! Well told, Herbert.