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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Future Memories
[time] => 2004-04-30 14:02:50
[hometext] => This poem is set in February 2008, and the narrator in his final moments is reliving the last four years.
[bodytext] => I remember back Four years ago I was 18, she was 14, But we didn't care, That was just a number And we were in love. Our love would last, Though our relationship did not. For three years Our love remained, And friends we stayed. We broke up in 2004, Now it was 2007, And the war was still going on. They brought back the draft, Now I'm going over. I remember I drove to your house, I stood on your porch, Holding my best friend close, you. I couldn't comfort you For your tears, I was crying too. I didn't want to lose you, You said you didn't Want to lose me. I said, 'I still love you.' 'I love you,' I heard her say. I stopped for a minute, Wiped a tear from her eye. 'I know you're only 17, But baby will you marry me?' She stands on her toes And reaches up to give me a kiss. 'Yes I will.' Six weeks later, she took my name In a little church On a dirt road in the country. We said our own vows, We left for a short honeymoon. 'I'm going over next week.' I said, 'And I may not make it back. But I want a kid To come home to When I'm granted my leave.' I can't say what happened that night, It was erased By sweet red wine. We got to the airport. It;s June 20th, 2007, Four years since I met her, The next to last time I would see Her beautiful face. We kissed and held each other For a long, long time. Before I walked off to board The military plane, I said 'Baby, I love you, and I have For four years, since I met you At church camp, June 20, 2003. You know where I'm going, That I might not make it back, I want you to have our child, Name my son After me.' A tear rolls down my face And onto my Army shirt, You say okay, you whisper in my ear 'Be careful, I love you honey.' I took her hand And looked into her eyes, I lightly touched her cheek Just before I kissed her goodbye. As the tears continued to fall, I wiped her eyes, And then wiped mine. Now it's almost A year later, February 14, 2008, Valentine's Day, And I've just been shipped Back to the States. I have two bullets in my chest, I know I'm going to die, They just brought me back So I could tell my wife and son Goodbye. They come into my room, I held my baby boy Bryan Jr., My eyes water. I won't see him grow up, I realize, as he says 'Da Da.' I smile, He knows his daddy. My wife comes in, She's been crying, I reach out for her hand. 'Raise him right,' I say, 'Raise him to love the Lord, And make sure he knows How much I love him.' 'I will,' she says, 'I love you honey.' I pull out the amulet with the pictures Of me and her on our wedding day And her and my son, And turn it over To reveal where a wouyld-be-fatal bullet Had been deflected Before it could get to my heart. 'Our love stopped this one' I struggle to say Through my gasping for and and tears, My time is near. She puts her head gently on my chest, 'Kiss me,' I say, and she does. I feel like I'm being lifted up As sirens and alarms go off all around me. I look down, She can't stop crying, she's laying Over my body. Two doctors come To take her away, to comfort her, She hits one in the mouth And screams at the other, Then leaves my room. I'm left alone, looking at my body. I turn and see a light. I'll go to it, My Father in Heaven calls. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 191 [topic] => 25 [informant] => Solmyr1404 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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