The Lucky Locket
They clung in passionís long embrace
and sadly kissed goodbye, while tears
of desperation stained each face;
forthcoming battles fuelled their fears.
He wore her gift against his chest
amidst the trenches and war-zones.
She soldiered on, although depressed;
his destination was unknown.
The lucky, golden locket hung
upon itís chain, beneath his shirt.
A burst of bullets hit and stunned
him, threw him to the ground -- unhurt.
One bullet nearly killed him, struck
him near his heart, but bumped the gift
and ricocheted. She brought him luck
that day; he felt his spirits lift.
The soldier and his wife are real
-- my loved Grandparents. I acquired
this family heirloom that conceals
the chronicle, their lives inspired.
The locket holds itís memíries, kept
inside my treasure box with pride.
When I received this gift I wept
-- just after my dear father died.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Dino (184.108.40.206) -- Friday, March 4 2005, 05:40 am|
A dinged-up old locket. If found in an antique store, probably of very little value. Nobody knows of the history, the luck it gave, and the love it represents. Now it's yours, and you keep a little of your grandparents and their story, close to your heart. I really like this poem Cap. Thanks for sharing some of your family history with us. I have nothing of my Grandfather except, and they say, he looks like the Indian on the buffalo nickel? I like your lucky locket poem alot better. Nice gift/w a story.
|martin vann (220.127.116.11) -- Friday, March 4 2005, 02:01 pm|
Very beautiful and I beleive though the locket may have been made of metal, it was her love that turned the bullets away that day and broought him home to her.
|barb (18.104.22.168) -- Friday, March 4 2005, 04:23 pm|
cap now I know why I like you so sensitive and appreciative ,this is so beautiful and shows your heart.
|Meridian (22.214.171.124) -- Saturday, March 5 2005, 05:42 pm|
A very touching poem! It's amazing that the locket was a shield, causing your father not to get hurt. Your mother made it with special care, anytime the bullets ricocheted off the locket, just barely missing his heart. It's depressing to hear about your father's death. I'm sorry Cap. But it was a very good poem to write in his honor!!! Take it easy-----Meri
|Capricorn (126.96.36.199) -- Sunday, March 27 2005, 04:18 pm|
Thanks for showing your appreciation here. I have quite a few things from my grandparents -- this one is special because of the story behind it.
|Capricorn (188.8.131.52) -- Sunday, March 27 2005, 04:19 pm|
Thanks Martin -- your comments are appreciated.
|Capricorn (184.108.40.206) -- Sunday, March 27 2005, 04:20 pm|
Thanks Barb -- I know you understand.
|Capricorn (220.127.116.11) -- Sunday, March 27 2005, 04:21 pm|
Thanks for your nice comments
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