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The Worn Out Glove .

April 15, 2010
By alexandraacreel GOLD, Lorton, Virginia
alexandraacreel GOLD, Lorton, Virginia
15 articles 8 photos 20 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears."

What makes me wake
in the dead of night,
crying out a name,
crying out in fright?

I look into the dark,
and wipe away the tears.
I know it's not forever,
Yet still I have the fears.

Afraid for the life
of the man that held me tight.
Afraid for the life
of my father, gone from sight.

He's gone to the battlefield
with women, men, and foes.
Gone from the clutches
of the people that he knows.

He told me to not worry,
that it'll be okay.
Said that he'll be coming back,
I pray that everyday.

I'm just a little girl,
why should this come to me?
I know not how to handle this.
I just need him, I plea.

I recall the time he left.
I provided a gift with love.
It was just a little something,
just a worn-out glove.

He told me he had loved it,
and he loved me so much more.
And I knew that he had meant it,
cause he wore it out the door.

I want my daddy back!
He's gone to war, you know.
I miss him more than ever.
How time moves on so slow.

A year and one half later,
we stand among the door,
waiting for the man we seek.
It's all we ask, no more.

I watch the men come through,
in hand with the ones they love,
I search on all the hands of them,
but still no worn-out glove.

Soon all the men are gone
and we are left there still.
The sound of our harsh silence
rose up like a burly chill.

Is the man I love now gone?
The one I long to see ?
He told me he'd be coming back.
Oh God, not now ! I plea !

At once our hopes are lost.
They turn away in sorrow.
My wish for him had been turned down
now its strength I need to borrow.

But then one second later,
a hand waves like a dove.
I look to find just one last man
who wears a worn-out glove.

My soul cries out in mirth,
as I face the man with love.
My daddy has come back to me,
and he wears that worn-out glove.

The author's comments:
My dad just left a few days ago to work on a special assignment as a military service up in Afghanistan.
I won't be able to see him until a long time from now. And while I'm sitting here comfortably in my bed, my dad's life is at stake across the world from me. So I decided to let it all out in the best way that I could: Writing it in poetry. It makes it so much easier to express my feelings in poetry. So anyways, thanks for reading and please pray for my dad(:

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This article has 3 comments.

on May. 19 2010 at 8:03 pm
alexandraacreel GOLD, Lorton, Virginia
15 articles 8 photos 20 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears."

thank you so much! i know, i was really upset when i wrote this so i guess a lot of passion just came through my words. but thanks for your compliments! I'll definitely check out some of your work!

on May. 19 2010 at 6:20 pm
talia_is_happy GOLD, Amarillo, Texas
18 articles 0 photos 48 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The people who mind- don't matter, and the people who matter- don't mind."
-Dr. Seuss

Oh my geez I love this poem! You really brought your emotions into it! It made me sad at the beginning but hopeful at the end.

on May. 18 2010 at 3:44 pm
VampiericRain GOLD, Amarillo, Texas
12 articles 0 photos 137 comments

Favorite Quote:
Would you like a side of epic with that fail?

I love it. Its so sad at the beginning, but then when the worn out glove came into the poem i nearly cried. (and thats hard to do) I love it! ...I already said that... Five stars! I would also love to have your opinion on some of my work. That would be amazing if you had time to look at some of my things. Thanks! :)