Soon it will be time -
time to leave.
The boys will leave for War
or for school to learn a
way to pay for Life…
or with a Life.
We will wait.
And miss them
and get together to
talk about our boys…
We'll talk about the letters
and the calls -
and then there'll be a sudden silence
in the midst of all the chatter going on -
Somehow I have the feeling
that when our loves
return
some beautiful part of
our youth will be gone.

©Christina
Written in 1965 - I was 18