A Glass Heart
My love gave me a
little glass heart,
Red peppered with gold streaks.
It was
fastened to a stretch of gold silk
and then was fastened around my
neck.
My love said it was mine to keep.
The little glass
heart was theirs
and I had to look after it when they left.
"Protect Earth. Fight for her."
My love said it
differently:
Fight for me, was the way.
A little glass heart
weighs
So much now, heavy on my soul.
My love left with no
tears.
Strong and brave and refusing
To cry. I cried and I cry
now.
My glass heart is fragile.
My love is mentioned by
name.
Carol Rawley, presumed KIA
Gone forever. Never
returning.
The glass heart is cold and hard.
My love was
strong and so remains.
I am not afraid to cry.
Glass hearts are
shared all around.
Men and women. We all shatter.
