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Home they brought


They fought over what later seemed trivia.
And they never made up after the fight.
And when they summoned him to the front line.
He fought with her on mind.
He had hoped to apologize,
The moment he jumped off the flight
Even though he was not in the wrong
Saying sorry would not hurt, right?
She waited for him to come,
He was all over her heart and mind.
She knew she had been wrong.
She was waiting to set it right.
Yes, she would say sorry,
The moment he jumped off the flight.
Wish somebody had told them
That fighting on frontline came with a price.
Home they brought – her warrior dead.
Home he came - basking in valour bright.

Linking with Trifecta : Week Thirty-Eight
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  1. LanceAugust 15, 2012 at 6:41 PM

    It's always too late when you don;t say you're sorry.

    poignant and well written. bravo

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsAugust 16, 2012 at 9:11 AM

      Thank you Lance. I am so glad to hear such encouraging words from you.

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  2. lumdog2012August 16, 2012 at 3:26 AM

    A tragedy, beautifully written.

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  3. CarverAugust 16, 2012 at 11:36 AM

    Very sad and moving.

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  4. AnonymousAugust 16, 2012 at 2:16 PM

    What terrible regrets. Nicely done.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsAugust 16, 2012 at 6:16 PM

      Yeah if only the sorry had come on right time
      Thanks Annabelle

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  5. Simple HomeAugust 16, 2012 at 9:00 PM

    Well written, and a good reminder that we should apologize quickly.
    Hope you're doing well!
    Blessings,
    Marcia

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsAugust 17, 2012 at 10:14 AM

      Thank you Marcia for all the kind words.
      Yes, I am doing very well and hope the same for you too :)
      Regards,
      Ruby

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  6. AnonymousAugust 16, 2012 at 9:16 PM

    Poignant reminder that I'm sorry shouldn't be reserved for the right time.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsAugust 17, 2012 at 10:13 AM

      Yup, sorry, thank you, love you - they should not be left for later ever.

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  7. TrifectaAugust 16, 2012 at 10:45 PM

    Thanks so much for linking up this week. What a sad situation. I guess there's something to be said for never going to bed (or to war) angry. Hope to see you back soon.

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  8. AnonymousAugust 16, 2012 at 10:50 PM

    The last line is my favourite!

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