July, 1917: Glistening gray pavement from the fresh summer rain sparkles as they walk.
Folded fingers on top of each others hands, perspire from nerves.
Eyes engage as he places his hand on her face and she leans in.
Lips lie on one another’s for a feeling they’ll cherish forever.
Hearts hurt from an overwhelming love.

September, 1917: Lingering leaves sway in the chilly fall breeze.
Call came—He needed to serve his duty to his country.
She shakes as he wraps his arms around his other half, he hustles to pack his bags.
Goodbye grants them with worries.
Hearts hurt with fear of what comes next.

December, 1917: Snow sticks to the ground like molasses in a gingersnap.
Airplanes arrive, filled with soldiers smiling; they made it.
She scavenges for any sign of her lover, but is left with nothing.
Commander’s condolences are expressed as he hands her a folded flag.
Heart hurt with immense agony and emptiness.

May, 1918: Flowers flourish under the renewed sun.
Nine nagging, long months of waiting for her baby’s birth.
Cries create anticipation as she sees what’s left of what she lost;  he has his father’s dimples.
Tears tremble down her face filled with joy, she feels love again.
Hearts hurt with the absence of their third angel.

July, 1940: Glistening gray pavement from the fresh summer rain sparkles as they walk.
Folded fingers on top of each others hands, perspire from nerves.
Eyes engage as he places his hand on her face and she leans in.
Lips lie on one another’s for a feeling they’ll cherish forever.
Hearts hurt from an overwhelming love.

Finally found a love like his parents.