We can love with all we’ve got
And we can give our hearts away
But that doesn’t necessarily mean
That the ones we love will stay
And sometimes there are people
Who just can’t love you back
No matter what we say or do
There’s something that they lack
And maybe it’s because
Some people just can’t see
The importance of a person
Who’d give everything like me
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Down the line
They made their way
Those imperial units
Marched all day
Duty called
And they were there
As the world slept
Most unaware
Tensions ran high
But they stood brave
Not a single soldier
Dared misbehave
They knew the drill
And worked as a team
Just like a well-oiled
Solid machine
Flinching not
Each straight and sturdy
Awaiting instructions
For their long journey
Always prepared
Formal and ready
Holding their heads
High and steady
Determined and fearless
For the mission ahead
Knowing that some
Would at last fall dead
This was their place
Each determined to strive
For this was the calling
Of their chivalrous lives
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: Imperial units
*Dedicated to my hubby who has given up so much of his life to protect our country.
I used to live
In a little house
On a hill
And oh the views
So beautiful
Even still
A magical place
For sure
It was
A first real home
All just
Because
By the window
I would stand
And stare
Gazing out toward the meadows
Inhaling sweet
Fresh air
Everyday
My love
Did grow
For this amazing place
God did
Bestow
Then one day
My dream
Did fade
My window gone
Another sacrifice
Made
Time couldn’t forget
The love
That grew
My heart more content then
Than it ever
Even knew
That magical place
Now
Deeply hidden
A place
Where my dreams
Were secretly written
I’d give anything
To have
Just one more day
I honestly can’t believe
How long
I’ve stayed away
I think I must have left
My heart
Upon that hill
Because the tug upon it
Is there
Even still
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Originally written, December 2016
War is something
I’ve never been fond of
Killing is something
I’m completely against
And yet I support a man
Who does this for a living
I too was taught and trained
To be a murderer myself
We do what we say we won’t
And end up hating what we do
All for the sake of others
Who ask for our protection
There are those who can’t fight
And many more who won’t
In the end we support and do
The very things we despise
All in the name of freedom
For the cause seems advantageous
But the burden of sacrifice
Is a lonely road to tread
Something only those who serve
Can fully understand
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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