Diamond Teardrop

January 10, 2009
By Carmen Meyette, Belleville, ZZ

I sit still and silent and alone as I am looking brokenly upon the “Tomb of the Unknown Soldier”. Is that the story of my Dustin now -- has he suffered such a mangling death that his corpse may not be recognized and brought home?

As I sit at one end of the bench with my back leaned up against the wall I am between the floor and the pool, between land and water. When I think about it this seems to be a fairly accurate way to sum up how I feel.

A floor is solid and supportive -- hard to break, this is me with Dustin. Water however will have its calm-seeming surface broken easily and will swallow you if you let it -- this feeling of helpless drowning is me floundering is Dustin’s absence.

Right now I sit in the middle as I am expected to believe Dustin is alive -- although he is not at war and he is not at home, they say he is still breathing somewhere.

I want to hit them for saying this is so. Every young man from Canada today is at war or at home -- if neither he is dead. Yet they don’t have the nerve to say this to me. Would it really kill them to say “Dustin is dead but we do not know where.”? I guess they think so. Perhaps I allow myself to possess this anger because it quiets the sobbing sadness.

They told him how fighting in the war would be honourable, and he thought seeing all those new places would be so exciting. He wanted to fight for freedom; he wanted to go with all the boys for the country. He would send me letters when he could, he said. Oh I was proud of him.

I remember how when those letters would arrive my heart would just flutter. My heart would flutter because I saw those letters as signs that in his spare time he really would think of me. I see now that his thoughts of me were the wrong reasons to appreciate those letters -- I should have been thankful for the signs that he was okay. I should have been thankful that he was able to write at all.

Back here in Canada we knew the war could only be getting harder for the boys to fight, but I knew mine was coming home soon -- that was most of what I really cared about; that does sound selfish but it’s honest. His contract was almost up, he was coming home.

It was in about the last two months of his contract that he really stopped writing. I thought it was okay though, even if I had no letters to read, I could count down the days until I would see my one true lover again.

Now I sit here in the reflecting room, remembering all this for that one true lover who never did come home.

I watched those young men get off the bus one by one -- men who had left us as boys and come back all grown up and in uniform. I watched their faces light up when they saw their families -- the pure joy that being in Canada brought them was magical to see. I watched for the face that would light up when it saw me standing here. While I fiddled with the beautiful engagement ring on my left hand ring finger, I waited -- Oh, the engagement ring.

I’ m fiddling with it now as I stare over the smooth reflecting pool. This pool and its still water has come to represent death in my mind today. The ring he -- Dustin -- gave to me only three short weeks before he left… Because he loved me and he wanted me to wear that ring to show everyone that I was his and that I would be his forever.

Everyone admired this ring -- told me I was a lucky girl to have caught myself such a “fine young man” when the ring was from my soldier, my passionate patriot. Everyone smiled at me and complimented the ring when in a matter of time he would come home.

But now he is dead. And nobody can stand to look at the ring, when anybody’s eyes fall upon my face today, they are sad. Now they don’t say I’m lucky at all for my soldier will not come home.

That sparkling ring, while I sit here, slips from my pale and shaking fingers and I realize how the tears are pouring down my cheeks to land in the pool I look over. That’s where the ring lands, in the pool. It breaks the surface gently -- like a diamond teardrop. I watch as it sinks peacefully down to rest on the bottom. It sparkles -- like his eyes used to sparkle.

A new wave of sorrow crashes over me as my mind conjures up an image of his sparkling blue eyes. My breath is short as I remember how those perfect eyes used to shine when they looked into mine… how just one glance from him could make my heart stop…

The ring is settled on the bottom of the pool now -- it looks like a frozen, diamond teardrop beneath the water; cried for the loss of a love and eternally preserved by sorrow.

The author's comments:
Discussing an upcoming trip to the War Museum, Ottawa in history class, the teacher mentioned having once seen a wedding ring at the bottom of the reflecting pool. While most of the class brushed the mention off as a spontaneous fact I was inspired to write about just how a wedding right might get to the bottom of that particular pool.

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on May. 28 2010 at 8:42 pm
collegegirladventures GOLD, Mequon, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep.

~Salman Rushdie

very well written!! so real. how you tell the story really comes alive in my mind, and so does the feeling.

on May. 28 2010 at 6:43 pm
Soccer33 SILVER, Niwot, Colorado
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Favorite Quote:
It takes determination to win, but to be a true soccer player you must have true passion for the game.

That was beautiful and it almost made me cry!!

on May. 28 2010 at 5:25 am
once_a_redhead SILVER, Lady Lake, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
"love is somethin' we all feel even if we don't know that we do!!"

its deligthful!!! loved it keep up the good work!!

on May. 26 2010 at 4:56 pm
BlueDream BRONZE, Reston, Virginia
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this is beautiful!!! i love it!!!

Thrush BRONZE said...
on Mar. 23 2010 at 4:38 pm
Thrush BRONZE, Tegaad, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"Live life to it's fullest extent, it's the only life you've got" "Enjoy yourself, be yourself, love yourself"

Aww, so sad, but beautiful. It's half way poetry. Lovely.

carmenella said...
on Mar. 15 2010 at 11:07 am
Thank you very much! It means a lot to me, I focus on writing with feelings that people can connect to. =)

cotigwrites said...
on Mar. 1 2010 at 11:24 am
Oh wow, this my dear is a beautiful and very well written piece. A magical tale of love and lost. My heart ached as I read this and my mind walked back through time to my lost love. You can not only write a wonderful story, you can write a feeling.

shyshy21 said...
on Mar. 1 2010 at 9:22 am
great job acrmen i really love your work i wish i could write as good as you

benzi said...
on Feb. 7 2010 at 7:39 pm
OMG, i'm not quite a teen yet, but I LOVED it!! When the main characters breath was short mine got short too:) KEEP WRITING CARMEN. YOUR TO GOOD TO STOP!

on Dec. 25 2009 at 4:45 pm
Darkchloe14 BRONZE, Memphis, Tennessee
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Favorite Quote:
"Be Strong"

I thought it was a very sweet story. I can't help but feel like I've heard this sort of story before, but I loved the way it was executed. Great job!

on Nov. 11 2009 at 6:28 pm
Dancing_Shadows SILVER, Franklin, New Hampshire
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This, is just...breathtaking. When I read this I started crying, it is just..Oh my god, I am so speechless. Outstanding job.

on Nov. 11 2009 at 5:35 pm
good topic, lots of emotion. The only poroblem is the language. The description is good but it doesn't flow properly, the grammar and use of commas is abit off and it ruins my otherwise perfect view of the story. Stiil, good job

on Nov. 11 2009 at 2:17 am
-JustDance- PLATINUM, Medford, Oregon
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Favorite Quote:
"The manner in which we live and that in which we ought to live are things so wide asunder that he who quits the one to betake himself in the other is more likely to destroy than to save himself." ~Niccolo Machiavelli

So let us find the balance.

that was absolutely beautiful... I felt like I was there... terrific job!

on Jul. 13 2009 at 1:16 pm
awesomeaugust GOLD, Boston, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
"Keep your eyes on the stars and your feet on the ground"
~Theordore Roosevelt

That was a really creative way to make a story out of such a small thing- i would never have thought to do that. And on op of that it was a really good story full of emotions ~I'd love any comments anyone has on my poems and stories~

on Jun. 21 2009 at 2:10 am
project827 GOLD, Portage, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
"Real Revolution Starts At Learning, If You're Not Angry, Then You Are Not Paying Attention" - Tim McIlrath

very nicely done, carmen. you were able to express her sorrow really well, better than i probably could've. it'd be really cool if you could check my stuff out and give feedback.

on Jun. 9 2009 at 5:21 pm
xXPurplepoxXx BRONZE, Limerick, ME, Maine
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Heyyyyy. Me again, now I have the URL.

TeenInk.com/raw/Fiction/article/112118/Midnight-rose/

on Jun. 8 2009 at 9:23 pm
xXPurplepoxXx BRONZE, Limerick, ME, Maine
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Wow, that was so moving! I loved it! I hope you dont mind, but You guys should look at a story called midnight rose. It is so cool, about a vampire! It was 5 stars all the way!

bibins101 said...
on Jun. 5 2009 at 6:14 pm
I LOVE YOU CARMEN!! AHAHAHAHA lawl, good job, HI

on May. 14 2009 at 10:57 pm
BriarRose PLATINUM, Seneca, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
I don't need a rose. I want a daisy you picked for my hair. I don't want some fancy box of chocolate. I want a pink frosting cookie you made just for me. Lets skip the upscale restaraunt and have a picnic in the park.

Wow, that was great enough said =]

indiefreak said...
on May. 11 2009 at 5:04 am
a very beautiful story. the emotions are very strong, and the way you portray them makes me feel i was the protagonist in the story. thanks for inviting me to read this story.


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